Thursday, January 9, 2014

9. I Love ... birdsong


I love the word.

I love the concept.

I love the connotation.

I have an image
in my head that is
BIRDSONG.

It is a red winged blackbird
collaged on top of faded
musical notes.

Simply. 
Eloquent
in one word
or two.

Perhaps it isn't a real word -
an official word.
It doesn't matter.
It is in MY world.

"And in the morning they awoke to birdsong."

"The evening ended with gentlest of birdsong."

Birdsong.

Birdsong.

Birdsong.

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