If I could

Photo©Ronnie Robertson


If only I could speak in the tongue of the birds,

in leaf-whisper and stream murmur,

if I could split the air with curved beak and bent wings,

pad silent in the dark of under-earth galleries,

curl warm in the communal nest with grateful young,

if I could be the wind, the wave, the warble of life,

I would speak to you in rose,

kiss you in hummingbird,

sing to you in moonbeams,

and I would hear you reply

in the majestic, melodious mantra

of the homing geese.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

36 thoughts on “If I could”

      1. Sun is a rare commodity here at the moment – lots of rain and even a touch of snow yesterday! Still, been planting tulip bulbs, looking forward to spring already 🙂

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