sky darkens soon after sunrise

sky darkens soon after sunrise as the once dry
leaves of the oak click a damp, yet deliberate
song, speaking in tongues within castanettes-
the slippage of sun warning everyone

to play fair, choose to walk upon
the damper, greener ground--
leaving thoughts that weigh the meditative mind-
to usher in a lighter step--

first bird song, an impatient blue jay, robust, jeering
his autumn feathered friends- a moment of pure
unadulterated silence, and then-- a single wing
of a blue jay appears, through picture window, so soon...

we begin humming, 'blue jay way'
until its incandescent chant fills
the brightening room with tinges
of blue, transfixing all who view

the magnolia's nude arched branches-seem
to embrace her own trunk, and then--
reach closer to the isinglass,
from where we choose to gaze--sensing

a clawing invitation to join---
how breathing bodies
become swept up in the woodland dance
inside the warm golden room, with tinges of blue-

a sunday created for those
who rise to bach, strong coffee, soft
colors lending whispered
conversations, gladly interrupted by more

blue jay cackles, random branches
scratching out ancient
kalimba tones--
the thumb piano moans

words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15~kath*odes.