Song thrush

My friend sent me a song thrush, singing
from an ash tree in the evening light,
singing of spring and new beginnings.
She ground it into dust so fine
and sent it off through space and time –
I listened to it on my phone:
It cheered me when I felt alone.

A Chaucerian stanza forFrank at dVerse – 7 lines, with the rhyme pattern ABABBCC.

Downpour of birdsong – twiglet poem for Misky

It was the suddenness of it – stepping out

into all that light, and the noise, the thrill of it,

a three-dimensional soundscape,

drenching me in noise, so that

I could hardly say what was sound,

what was sunlight, what was my own heart

beating in my hollow chest.

twiglet 119, from Misky.