Sunday, January 17, 2016

"Morning Song"


Morning Song

Wrens and siskens flit upon loblolly and shortleaf;
musical notes following us,
harmonizing with crunch of gravel
and whisper of tumbling brook.

Beneath longleaf pines,
we trod upon sun dappled parchment,
spirits lifting with forested blend
of late morning song.

Blue sky, Blue Jay a fitting encore.

by Margaret Bednar, January 17, 2016

This is in response to the "Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Sunday Mini-Challenge" hosted by Manic-D-Daily - a prompt with a broad range of interpretation - I chose the metaphor route... Or tried to.

12 comments:

Outlawyer said...

Hey Margaret, love the idea of the forested blend of song, and terrific close here. Your images are very palpable as your lines have a kind of music too. Thanks so much for participating in the prompt. k.

N.s.k. warnakulasooriya said...

lovely morning song

brudberg said...

I love the name of trees and birds I know so little of... so much joy in those words.. and they tell me so much just in names.

Bekkie Sanchez said...

This warmly reminded me of when I used to ride horseback through the woods in Wisconsin. I miss it very much!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Like Björn, I love all the details you provide.

Mama Zen said...

Oh, this is pretty!

Fireblossom said...

Fits the picture perfectly.

Debi Swim said...

I love that first verse... Your poem is so light, happy... content.

Jennifer Wagner said...

Oh, I wish I was in such a setting right now. Your poem made me long for it. Beautifully told.

Jim said...

Beautiful, Margaret. It brings me back to my first two years of high school where I rode my horse, Minnie to school. It was about a three mile trip over a few roads of my choice. My favorite on was a dirt road, with hills and quite a few trees. One section was one car wide with trees from both sides touched each other overhead. Minnie enjoyed that ride also.
Down the last steep hill I always found waiting for me two sisters. One a grade ahead of me, the other one behind. I am still in touch with the older, the younger died by her own design.
We had a small country barn where our horses stayed while we were in class.
Love the picture too, it helped with my memory recall.
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writersdream9 said...

The joy of the moment!

Helen said...

Margaret, I love this image of your precious daughter, words match its beauty.