Thursday, June 21, 2007

good day sunshine

rolling out of bed
ambling into coffee
combing out my dreams
bending my thoughts

goldfinch graze thistle
jaunty black cap
tipped onto round eyes
orange beak and feet
mustard yellow suit
charcoal wings
white bars

he opens beak hissing
paler bird hisses
mouths touching
seeds fly falling

whispers of promise
piano riff rolls
melody becomes mood

a new day
feels bright
alive
easy

3 comments:

Poet said...

Dearest Rob, I love how you have allowed yourself to succumb to the poetic way of writing. You're really terrific at it!



POET

botz said...

"combing out my dreams"..."melody becomes mood"...love these lines...good stuff, berta!

robyn said...

oh, gosh, I am thankful you guys noticed.
xoxo
rob