First Light (with a line borrowed from Cecile Dixon)
The dead come to say good morning at dawn
cloaked in regal plumage, ranging carmine to crimson;
sooted lores enrapture dark onyx eyes. Perched
atop the inverted bottle feeder, he calls
for his mate in a staccato string of sweet
whistles to draw her – pale brown, tinged
ruby at the edges – he boasts of mealworms,
sunflowers, and luscious blackberries eyed
on his flight at first light from ridgetop
to valley, and ranging between – a bounty
to feed hungry mouths. Their morning forage
not only will satisfy the restless hatchlings
back at the nest, but also settle my soul, calm
my wondering with their visit today – a harbinger
of news & good fortune. All is well in the world.
I enjoyed your morning at the bird feeder & the sense of well-being it brought
I love this. The imagery is so strong.
💙 agree with Cecile!
Strongly drawn visuals!
Jay, great images and emotion. Love “sooted lores enrapture dark onyx eyes” Birds are calming for me as well. I guess I envy all their energy!
Very musical, nice alliterative sounds dappled throughout.