The song

Odd. What is that song? Perhaps I am not meant to remember. It was rather pleasant to have the crowd making up the words. Perhaps my next vocation is as a song leader.

The dream has me

On a small stage,

Filling in for another singer.

I strum my guitar

But don’t remember the words

To the song.

The crowd makes up words,

Sings along.

The song never comes to mind.

I wake up

To words

From

What have they done to the rain?

That was not the song

I was trying to remember

But maybe it will do.

The Carolina Wren

Thank you, Karen Husby-Coupland, for sharing your Carolina Wren witness this morning.  I listened to a range of Carolina Wren songs and I swear teakettle is not in his vocabulary.

Only male Carolina Wrens sing—a series of several quick, whistled notes, repeated a few times. The entire song usually lasts less than 2 seconds and the notes are usually described as three-parted, as in a repeated teakettle or germany. Each male has a repertoire of up to several dozen different song variations. He'll sing one of these about 15 times before changing his tune.

The Carolina Wren

Sings teakettle teakettle

Except when he doesn’t

Rain in the night

This week has convinced me, once again, that everyone needs a witness, a listener to the song each of us is singing, whether we sing it well already, or whether it is simply a practice session, for now.

Rain in the night

Wet sidewalks this morning.

The cardinal sings

His spring song.

The robins hop hopeful

For worms.

We added new pussy willows

To the front table.

The weather map shows

Slightly higher temperatures.

There were turnings this week.

We are spending the weekend

In Denver,

Hopeful for spring

As the robins are,

Hopeful  for

More signs of new life.