Words On A January Day

There is something about the song
Of birds, on a cold, January day,
That makes me wish to stay,
Out in this wood,
Where
The air
Is good.

There song
Is long
As joy, or grief.
Although, we know
That joy is, too often brief.

The smile
Oft flits across the face, then is gone
While
Grief
Lives on
In the hearts of men
Who, when
They hear the birds
Pour out words,
To our feathered friends,
Who comprehend
Not our ends).

My dog revels in the sscents of grass,
Whilst I
Look up to the sky
And think “all this will pass”,
(A thought that he can not grasp).
Yet he, and the birds that fly,
Are happier than I.

10 thoughts on “Words On A January Day

  1. K Morris Poet Post author

    Reblogged this on K Morris – Poet and commented:

    This is, perhaps, a somewhat strange time of year (summer) to reblog this poem. However, I came across it whilst choosing poems for an online poetry reading, and felt that it would be an appropriate piece to include in it. In the end, I did not read “Words on a January Day”, so thought I would repost it here.

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