Birdsong

Birdsong

A Poem by Aaron Jinks

Birdsong

 

I’ve never forgotten that you

sing the birdsong that dances in my ears.

 

The sounds of a symphony produced by a single,

beautiful voice-

those sounds, those notes lift me higher above the canopy.

 

I follow that birdsong into your arms,

your lips at the end of this forest.

 

I’ll follow you to the ends of this expanse,

I only know some of what awaits me at the end,

 

You, as colorful and as vibrant as a toucan,

love that crashes down like those falls,

eyes like the forest so intimidating,

yet so easy to get lost in.

 

That birdsong will move me onwards to you.

 

 

 

 

 

© 2016 Aaron Jinks


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Aaron Jinks
Aaron Jinks

Bowling Green, OH



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