A Wee Bird Whispers

Perhaps

Now and then

A poet-bird

Is hatched,

Leaves footprints

On the air,

Aware

She was.

The proof

Lies in

The words.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Another World

Remember when

A mockingbird

Made serenade for us?

Remember when

A forest flower

Was May bouquet for us?

Remember how

A drop of rain

Did microscope

The woof and warp of muslin

Into a lustrous magnitude

To be my satin gown?

Remember that

Each sigh and teardrop

Transformed itself

For sparkling jeweled crown?

I said it couldn't last, -

Remember?

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

A wisp of life
Brings forth a surge of living.
A silent gift
Inspires a life of giving.
A perfect gift
Compels eternity:
A life so lived
As to give
Life to life,
And that,
Inherent.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

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Merely a wren,

Timid, yet emphatic,

Lion-hearted,

Came, became,

And studied life

From inside out

With eyes so fresh

And undistorted,

No one else

Could understand.

Coded into simple words,

Bees and hummingbirds,

And locked away

With gentle hand,

Till sight and heart

Outgrew the fragile nest.

At last the wren

Lay down to rest

In cradles of

The larger Self,

Where wrens are understood

By hummingbirds,

And known

To other wrens.

_____© Nellieanna H. Hay

A wee bird whispers

Lyrical songs to me,

Secrets of myself or universe,

Not always plain to see.

The even-balanced backdrop

With measured lines and spaces

Suddenly Is changed, made free

By wee bird's tiny traces.

The flutter of its brilliant wings

Brings an esoteric quality

From out the filmy mist

And from the depths of sea.

I must needs listen or I'll miss them.

I must embrace and kiss them

If I'm to receive these truths

This wee bird sings again.

I would share with thee

Elusive secrets from its song.

So come, let's follow misty melody,

Discover bliss beyond.

〰©Nellieanna H. Hay

9-25-13