rosy wren, wren song nychthemeron…

not a day, 

just the hours,

twenty-four in a row

cut in the rock

along a dark crevice...

rapid movement strikes 

complex song perplex,

bizzy brown against brushed brown

roasted java and cyan,

feather kinglet. wren song, 

ruffled golden edge,

rosy wren, wren song nychthemeron…

rose-pink bi-tone;

conjure such a tiny bird

in this fragrant rebloomer.

a daze a day, one day, 

solar day, civil day,

daybreak, 

day time, 

stellar day,

a wren day day of the wren,

refracts the sun...

the dag of rosy wren,

day- not a point but an arc

song of one lonely nychthemeron.

fair hair, skillful hands,

king of the birds…

the tiny fairy-wren

sings in the face of his nemesis,

drop yellow flower petals,

learn your secret call 

still in the egg. 

span a night at the gardens of Snowhill,

Wrenboy mumming the hunt

tucked under the wing of the cormorant

or hidden in the eagle's plumage

enhance this narrative,

the second day of Christmastide,

Little Winter King. the wren! the wren 

crowned two daylilies in homage!