In Greening Wood

03/24 “One plods along in a state of amazement, sometimes smiling sometimes weeping.” Farid al-Din Attar from his poem ‘The Conference of Birds’

crows return from winter retreat

robins strut on sandy ground

pear tree hosts a cabaret of wrens

jays and cardinals flash blue and red

mockingbirds court along a fence

woodpecker stalks a dying tree

geese nest on weedy shore

hawks watch from craggy pine

I don’t need a feathered horoscope

another noisy conference of birds

a Sufi poet flinging platitudes in the wind

moths burn to know the truth