Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged birds, death, forgiveness, life, nature, poem, Poetry, rebirth, Sparrow, spirituality, wings on June 8, 2017| 21 Comments »
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Oh garden bird
you kept a wild heart
between your ribs
as you danced
the morning zephyr
darting circles
through the phlox.
Your last song
sang of forgiveness
to the cat
before you died.
Let me hold
your empty body
till I feel again
the pulse
of swaying hills
and flying trees,
till my own wings spread
new feathers
and we both reclaim the sky.
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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged birds, death, eternity, life, Poetry, resurrection, Sparrow on June 29, 2012| 21 Comments »
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Wood carving by Bob McCausland
Oh garden bird,
you kept a wild heart
between your ribs
as you danced the morning breeze
and darted circles
through the phlox.
Your last song
was forgiveness
to the cat
before you died.
Let me hold your empty body
till I feel again the pulse
of swaying hills
and flying trees.
My wings spread
with your feathers
as we both reclaim the sky.
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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Wood carving of Song Sparrow by my Uncle Bob McCausland in 1994 – a gift for my grandmother’s 100th birthday.
