Tui, with your white throat,
you dance on the flimsy limb,
and sing a song,
that keeps me still and listening.
As the wind tosses the leaves
against a leaden winter sky,
I wonder you have a tune still
that causes your lone breast to rise.
I fear the cold that I can feel
in the blustery wind,
has got into my bones,
never mind that I sit warm inside.
Yes today, I am aware
there are two ways of being…
And I wonder Tui, with your tune,
how you could have known,
that for a moment there,
I’d forgotten
the notes that give us a song.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
Winter Solstice 2017
Image: Jason Hosking, New Zealand Geographic
Living Tree Poetry 
Though I sit here on a warm summer day, your words quickly transported me to cold winter. With you I listened to that lone bird sing his song. And I’m thinking about the notes that give us a song, even on bleak days–notes of joy-filled surprises and blessings from our Father. Tui is one of them! Thank you, Ana Lisa for the poignant reminder, and for becoming a follower of my blog, From the Inside Out. I pray you’ll find the posts meaningful!
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Thank you Nancy! Thanks too for reading. I am pleased this resonated with you. Nature indeed is often my reminder of the spiritual truths that are not dependent on the transitoriness (however you spell that) of other things. Blessings.
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