The Lilac Bush in August



      By August
the lilac bush outside my window
has shed the last of its dry blossoms
So lovely at birth So loveless in old age
The green-lit space has now become
the studio of itinerant songbirds

you can lie & listen to the rhythm
of their tiny flittering feet hopping
twig to twig in search of the right note
Then come their virtuoso vocalises
Leontyne Price doing her scales

the finches sing in cheerful glee
And when the piece’s done a wheet
Then off they’ll be into the pine tree
to finish touching up their make-up
in time for the auditions at dusk

“Art is the big yes. In art, you get a chance
to make something where there was nothing.” ~ Marvin Bell


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to The Lilac Bush in August

  1. Maureen says:

    sounds like it’s lovely in old age as well…

    Liked by 1 person

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