Wood Sculpture WM

Bird Song
A light dust hovers round chanting hoe,
Warm earth, strong hand and eye, furrowed
Brow; deep concentration. Evening
Sunlit haze, thrushes’ song brushes past
Engrossed mind, hearts intertwining,
Spirit to spirit, sweetest union.

© David R. Durham

5 thoughts on “Birdsong

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *