Image Two: Grateful for open sky of birdsong
Spring Birdsong
I have been seeking words
for birdsong pouring full-throttled
from small feathered throats
pulsating strands of layered tone
neither drifting nor wafting
but tumbling, lifting, braiding
rhythmic clarity that spring
is not arriving but here
anticipating
unencumbered walks
into coatless sun.
Emerged from winter’s dark
over-long cold, I unwrap the fur pelt,
stretch heart to warming sun grateful
for the open sky of birdsong returning
after long silence, rising free
on nature’s urgent rhythms.
swb
sarahscapes 
I like ” pulsating strands of layered tones
neither drifting nor wafting
but tumbling, lifting, braiding ”
catches the energy and joy of it
Haha – looks like I found the words after all!!! I love that you check in here. Makes me feel connected. Stay well.
This cheers. Lovely, both images and poem. ☼
Thank you! For some reason, I had not thought before to put poem and collage together, despite creating both in great abundance … Glad they lifted your spirits!
Poetry and art work! Birdsong isn’t all that has returned — spring has brought back the muse.
Haha – yes, I’ve been doing quite a lot of collaging recently. Slowly working my way up to creating original art. Perhaps …
My sentiments exactly!!! Just didn’t have the words. Thanks Sarah
LOL – that made two of us!