Western Tanager

I hear the whistle

before I see it.

All bright yellow with flashy black wings

and scarlet head covering.

I bow to your glorious

beauty that honors the divine.

Your colors sing to my heart.

 

I feel the rising up of joy

until my spirit flies with you.

I am above the trees too

and coursing straight and true

to the vast embrace of the sky

with every sky-born atom

pulsing with your breath.

 

I can barely

bring myself to breathe in

this exquisite blessing.

 

I am so alive with joy

I can’t think

I can only praise

and give thanks.

 

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