Blackbird

Dedicated to Seraphim Jane Mcleod, born yesterday 19th January 2010.

Blackbird

A blackbird is singing.
Alone in the clear, cold dark
of this January before-dawn morning,
at the top of the tree
at the bottom of the garden.
Its song is clear as ice cold mountain streams,
tumbling through the air
to where my sleepy brain soaks it up.
It is a pure, uncomplicated start to my day,
Gold above the grey.

Blackbird (2)

A blackbird is singing.
Alone in the clear, cold dark
of this January not-quite-morning,
it anticipates the new day
with its pre-dawn recitative.
A tiny Angel singing Glory to God
for the birth of a Seraph.