Monday 21 March 2016

A poem by Hans Andreus

the birds

This morning I was woken
by the birds.

And I thought: What was I woken by?
By the birds.

By the light too, but
more so by the birds,

The light softly singing,
the birds full-blast.

1 comment:

John Irons said...

pure nostalgia this one.
a few years back my hearing deteriorated and the dawn chorus faded away and disappeared. unless i sleep with my siemens mini-computers on, i hear nothing.
well, not quite true. my brain has decided to let me hear birds singing when no birds are doing so outside.
there must be a moral in there somewhere.