Blackbirds

Send us Fan MailBlackbirdThere’s a blackbird singing across the still morning air, her song ripples in the moonlight, a melody of a summer stream, wishing the dawn was already there.For it is deep in the mid of winter, the snow drifts, high upon the garden wall, the skies hidden by fog and banks of rolling cloud, her wings still folded, waiting for dawn her springtime call.And for just a moment, a mere fragment of time, the wind whispers through trees,the dune like drifts the settling silence of January snow, as one blackbird sings, another answers, the day awakens, shivers and wonders, as the sun lifts the heavens smilefor only the blackbird can awaken the dawn’s delightand heavenly [email protected]