Birds singing

Oil Painting made by me Jacoba B.Lange

Birds singing their nightkiss songs for me      

krils trying to sing louder

Softly the warmth from the day covers me

Sitting here and listen to the songs 

of this evening with power.

Suddenly three birds fly high,

are loud screaming

something must have happened

in their tree, something,

but I don't know why

I could not see.

The darkness crawls up slowly,

but still very visible

and the last lines of sunshine

mixed with the darkness

of the evening sky.

Than like a last accord of a song

it suddenly stops.

Like they all know,

time to be quiet

time to let go.

Sitting here all alone,

my mind calm and relax

happy I heard this song

wondering what

I will be doing next

©Jacoba B.Lange (coby)

I wrote this poem in Florida Nokomes in 2002 while I was sitting in the lovely garden of our cousins Frank and Dora Foster