House Wren (Sabino Canyon, December 28, 2016) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I search the desert terrain for music
Looking for morning songs
In the silence of the new day
When consensus rises, slips away.
Trails wind through spines and thorns
Scaled peaks below the broken clouds
A backdrop for right angle sunlight
Players begin to dance above and below.
Could this be the moment of surprise
Eyes sharp, keeping me alert,
Camera-ready to bear witness —
Will there be a drum roll?
Let’s say what happens is stop and go
Providing a brief moment of attention
Morning seeming to thaw
Other eyes gaze uncertainly.
There is no bargaining with birds
Jumping from perch to new perch
I am left alone for the moment, still,
something good will come about.
— kenne
Beautiful words and image!
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