A Blackbird Sings.

 A blackbird sings.....

I see apple blossom, layered

along branches.

Embryo stems of eager green

twisting, growing.

Daylight drawn ever longer

towards the dusk

feeling the hours drifting on,

living on. Drawing out

the last delicious

tastes of the day.

Memories lost to youth

rise, unrecognised

for what they are,

yet stir a quickening

of the heart.

All captured then released

in notes

from the blackbird's song.

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A Magical Memory

arises from a magical source:

" But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know."


- Wallace Stevens



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Thank you Alison :-) Sue.

Thank you Alison :-) Sue.