The morning bird. The morning bird—his call repeated in the heart of the forest.Darkness, black branches, colorless April leaves.Like a heartbeat,like a heartbeat,like a heartbeat, he calls.He is a cardinal.First to sing in the morning,last to sing at night—he wills the light,he calls to the dark.View up close in the gallery. View fullsize Jennifer FarinaApril 18, 2019Comment 0 Likes
