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poetry by j matthew waters

changing of the seasons


little bird with no song to sing
asks the wind permission
to borrow a tune
she remembered hearing the
morning of her birth

it was a little ditty a child
could pick up
rife with high notes
and often mistaken as a flute
or a fife or a piccolo

the wind carried her voice
far beyond the hills
touching the loneliest of creatures
in search of comfort and warmth
before the inevitable frost



may two thousand fifteen
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9 thoughts on “changing of the seasons

  1. A charming poem , John – though I could do without the thought of the inevitable frost – LOL

  2. Great poem, John. A nice homage to the fleeting nature of our days. It also reminds me of this passage from Stephen King:

    “Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”

  3. This reminds me a little of the mechanical bird in H-C. Anderssen’s “the Nightingale”.. the frost mimicking the breakdown of its mechanism…

  4. Oh, now this one is lovely. You have me misty eyed.

  5. I have come back and read this poem many times now. I love it. I say it aloud and better than you .. lol

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