Lay for the Day20th
A seasonal song from the book of Praises, to mark the approach
of the spring equinox.
Of the Blackbirds Night Music
A grey-ringed pink-rimmed
says youve been a lullaby
too often, starting towards the equinox
in the third hour
your song like the rain that sweetens midnight.
summoning from an aerial
or gutter minaret,
in darker blue than cobalt glaze,
a mate, to seize the day and hatch out summer;
unparalleled Parker among
the urban avians matchless inventor,
invert and anagram those
proffer your glinting jets,
the profligate makings of
which we who grow in sorrow,
if not haltingly, then slowly raise:
a tuneful oak, deciduous, symphonic,
where you and she may nest.
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