Saturday, November 12, 2016


Its way past dawn, my feathered friends pay a visit to my thorny bougainvillea, they twitter out such a raucous spell of happiness.
The bougainvillea bracts are a hot bright pink. In mid mornings sun, that must be quite exciting for singing birds. But what do they know of economics, of politics, of poverty, of religion, of hate or indifference. Then again, maybe they know it all, They have the wisdom of providence, and the duty to proclamation. So they twitter and they sing. And i, i listen from my quiet space, for this raucous passing is to me a needle to contemplation.
shaping futures -
maybe bright colours of flowers
sweeten bird songs

© gillena cox 2016

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