Unfurrowing

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

The unfurrowing
of new leaves
is like a carefully
synchronized orchestra
with each musician
in exact harmony.
 
But we do not stand
and applaud.
 
Only Oriole gets up
and sings his splendid song,
dressed in brightly colored
vestments.

7 Comments

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7 responses to “Unfurrowing

  1. I confess I don’t know what an oriole looks or sounds like; we’re not (as far as I know) blessed with his presence here in the UK. But your poem brings him and his ‘splendid song’ vividly to life for me, and is a bright light in a dark day. Thank you, Ethel.

  2. A fine performance. And gratis too! 🙂

  3. Wish we had Orioles here in the northwest. Your poem is delightful, Ethel.

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