12 September 2016
The morning chorus of birdsong
Seems to have really and truly gone,
Stolen away with yesterday’s drought,
Perhaps to return, or perhaps not.
But slowly, gently, change has come
And a full-strength chorus still delights,
No longer in anticipation of the day –
But in thanksgiving for the night.
Copyright: Denise Allen 12.0 9.2016 13:30