Poem: Black Redstart.

 

Listen my Love

In Dawn's smallest hour,

In the silence of the quarter light

Hear the Muezzin on the barn roof

How his wheezing paltry piping

Rouses the listeners in the dark woods

To create an orchestra a thousand miles wide

From Norway's tundra to the Middle Sea;

A fanfare exposing the discreet conception

Of this flaming, providential day.

Paul Munton

With thanks to the Droad for the listeners in the wood.