In Wings of Song

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The grove of loves holds birds within its shade

And in its sunlight.  There on limbs of green

The wings and loves and melodies cascade

And turn to tapestries both heard and seen

From chorus of the dawn, to swooping noon,

To twilight velvet songs and flitting, wings

And voices, blackbird’s string of notes (maroon),

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And nightingales in voice that satin stings

With loveliness.  In daytime, nests are built

And oval life is laid.  Songs’ pairings find

The point of living in devotion’s tilt.

This clarity of love is never blind.

  The stars above the scene, the sun above,

    The birds, the leaves, the nests and eggs mean love.

© Phillip Whidden