to the bird on a wire with song

To the bird on a wire with song 
♫♪♪♫♪
by harlon rivers

The burgeoning spring cadence
enchants the dew suffused air
Thoughts of a wealth fresh fruits and flowers ,
vegetables , new tomorrows
edifies this long awaited morn

Passing season's natural cycles continuum
ever changing season’s ebb and flow
Fallow ground battered mercilessly
by tempest prevailing wild wind-song

Drawn the unsown garden plot's alluring kismet
dormant 3 seasons languidly fleeting traces past
spate of pouring-down rains passing
beheld many wintertide’s wrath

Frost heave scared flesh
rough-hewn malignant deep freeze
Staid in abandoned quietude
patient beclouded moment’s pause

Incandescent stillness stirring
aneath the waning yellow moon
Sojourn a restful sleep's lullaby
soon to be passionately unmasked

Not long ago but waning memories
blanketed with a frozen variegated white ;
lying naked in silent atonement
barren of botanical life

Abundant with earthen elements
enriched in respite yet ,... Foxgloves strove ,
strewn about by past summer breeze ;
seeds sprout like mind of their own
caretakers , the ground they call home

Bird on a wire ruminating psalm
knowing each breath
is the conscious moment sung
Song Sparrow sings so sweetly ;
no sweeter melody a daybreak's known

Musically musing without worry
where the next worm will crawl ,
the one who often ponders
this hallowed garden ground ,
a steward of the earth's treasures

come back home yet never gone

Pacing blissfully the daybreak
spade and trowel keys in hand
whistles in melodic whispers
to the bird on a wire with song

Paired chickadees chatter whimsically
overlooking from atop cedar roof-line
calloused hand hollowed houses perched
atop deer fence post high throne

Mountain foothill's richness
loamy dormancy awakens unto sunlight
unlock its hidden earthen magic
a new dawn's awaited genesis take flight

Heart of earth’s opulent gifts
her bequeath dowry opened reverently
Humus aromatherapy wafts
ancient earthen aromatic soil

Mother earth opens her soul ,
to break bread ;
sown seeds of wholehearted hope
For to reap the abundant harvest
of a simple life well lived

Mushrooming sagacious harmony
with the spirit of the universe
listening to the resplendent essence
nature's uprising sonata sung

Black crow listens ,........
what language is spoken from heart of soul
in dim light by familiar voices intone ;
listening to the dawning unseeded garden's
broken silence , beckon a time for moving on ...

May 18^th , 2014

authors note: 

A daunting shoulder rotator cuff injury and long rehab has kept me from doing many things I love...this writing, with dirt beneath these nails, my land has been cultivated and now in the planting process after 3 seasons in limbo, life goes on...

We are not that different this land and I ...After writing and reading I ponder this life and me in this space, were thoughts this fallow land I embrace as home, really just introspective purging metaphors of a season finally changing , new seeds sprouting at fallow forlorn crossroads frozen in time ?

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I’m more than you know
I’m more than you see here
I’m more than you let me be
I’m more than you know
A body in a soul
You don’t see me but you will
I am not invisible
I am here

There is no them
There is no them
There’s only us
There’s only us
There is no them
There is no them
There’s only us
There’s only us
There is no them
There is no them
There’s only you
And there’s only me
There is no them

...from Invisible...U2