I read both of these poems at the Flyaway Festival on Mare Island on February 11, 2018.
Spring in the City
Above the rush
of the highway,
I hear them singing—
nestled in trees,
The birds have returned
from journeys afar,
“It is spring.
It is spring.
Won’t you join in?
Leave your houses
and just sing.”
Birds in Harmony
The two feathery dancers
were soaring in the wild winds,
as birds from every continent
intermingled with the stars.
The air swirled with excitement
for the concert was about to begin.
Every creature for miles
could not wait to listen in.
The parrots came forth to the front,
announcing the start of the show,
in every language of the world
that they happened to know.
Soon the skies were a bloom with music
as the birds held their springtime show,
singing about their many journeys
from the mountains to the sea.
In the houses and grassy fields below,
all the critters gathered to listen in,
and many minds were left dreaming
of travel, dazzled by the lyrics, you know.
Every song that they whistled
honored a world so wide and free,
each note a taste of paradise,
for anyone who did hear.
They sang of tall fruit orchards,
ocean waters, and city parks.
They sang ever so soulfully,
until the sunset faded into dark.