The Orchard Oriole


Since early spring an an orchard oriole sings each morning,

Gracing the dawn with its cascading song,

Opening my day with its benediction of song.

Is it a song that it has inherited over time?

Or is it a song carried in the nanoentities of its genes?


Unseen, the orchard oriole frames my morning,

Reminding me of the beauty surrounding me,

Charging me to follow the contours of the day’s hours

With something of the grace and charm of its song.


I have listened to the song of the orchard oriole,

Finding the Cornell site,

Tuning my computer to match its singing.

The thrill of the singing of bird and machine

Gave me added strength to navigate the hours.


--June 5, 2013