WARBLERS

 

Afloat in the first magnitude

Rain pooled by slanted drizzle

Hovering above their own reflections

Singing and grieving crested angels

 

Spherical melodies never before heard

Glorious cascading notes from afar

Euphonic fluted descant airs as

Foreign tongues deliquesce attuned ears

 

Water color clouds blur in

Daylight drawn with infinite clarity

Feathery winged migrants flocking to

This etched intaglio gravure outland

 

Threads from slender magic wands

Pointed flames stained by saffron

Dusk ablaze like stoked furnace

Fed by stardust ashen remains

 

Flickering refrain fallen into its

Own echo heard only by

Likeminded others of same ilk

Exaltation of soaring yellowish plumage

 

PoeArtry by: Charles Frederickson & Saknarin Chinayote

Co-editors of quarterly cosmozine AVANTGARDETIMES.com

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