If I Were a Bird

A poem from last winter.

If I Were a Bird

I'd be an owl:
wise, precise-
swift and silent as the night

I'd be a blackbird:
trilling joyfully
at home amid the clover

I'd be a swallow:
soaring and dancing
between the cliff and sky

I'd be a chickadee:
fill cold days
with my bittersweet song
of love



More of my poems are here.