Early Summer On Campus

[WindRavenX]

It was hot that day
even so early in the day.
I remember walking on the cracked sidewalk
and feeling how heavy and
saturated the air was with the scent of
warm grass and the still water
that gathered in shallow pools
at the feet of the great trees
that ran along the path.
And I remember those emerald topped trees
that early summer day on campus
watching the shimmering sparrows, jays,
starlings, chickadees
explode from the branches in screaming ecstasy and
fade into the welcoming blue.
I paused, cloaked in the cool shade
and saw a silent one at the edge of one of the pools.
He did not sing; move a feather.
He merely sat, his long throat feathers dripping into the warm water.
Little bird--
Why do you not soar in the light?
I can see your ruby throat from even here--
It must shine beautifully should you go to the light.
And surely your song
must put my soft and fleshy kin to shame.
Why do you sit there?
I love you, little bird.
I do not want you to hide in the shadows
where with the sun
you shall be lost.
For no eyes will bare witness to
your splendor.

[Droopy]

1. Great imagery

It reminds of some of the mid 19th century poetry that I've read. Walt Whitman comes to mind. A lot of the poets from that era sang the praises of nature. Good work.

[superconnected]

2. I enjoy this poem, it puts me there.