A visitor

A visitor                                                    Loriana Pauli

It was the song of the Willow Warbler
outside my window
the early morning.
It brought the scent of a summer evening
down by the lake
where from many bushes –
elder,  guelder rose and willow –
this song emerged
repeated, repeated
in a mating frenzy.

It was this song
in the early hours
on this island bare of trees
evoking a mild breeze
and carrying the sweetness of wild cherry,
the slightly acerbic scent of willows;
above me, in the summer sky,
the trill of a black kite,
answered in the reed by the kowk kowk of a coot.

It was the song of the Willow Warbler
outside my window
in the early hours.

Two days it sang
then disappeared.
It would not find a mate, here,
it would not find a home.

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About lorianapauli

Born in Italian speaking Ticino/Switzerland. Lived all my life in different parts of that very country till I found my way "home", where I truly belong > the 'Long Island'.
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