Some words for the week
Birdsong on night air
sung by birds I can’t name
in the meadow
where I cut up a fallen pine
where I came in the snow
and under the stars
with
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Some words for the week
Birdsong on night air
sung by birds I can’t name
in the meadow
where I cut up a fallen pine
where I came in the snow
and under the stars
with friends
with my lover
with two dogs now gone
by myself
and tonight at sunset
so much has changed
and yet the purple flowers
I’ve never been able to
identify still bloom
and above me
calling from one tree to another
a birdsong I’ve never heard
how much I long to be part of
the world
their world
that of bloom and beak and beauty
how much I long for it
and yet all I can do
is trample buds
on my way home in the dark
Alexander Shalom Joseph is a writer from Gilpin County. He is a published author. For more information and to subscribe to Alexander’s Newsletter go to alexandershalomjoseph.com
