Wooden Flute, Sing

From a series of poetic songs...

Wooden Flute, Sing

Wooden flute, sing,

sing the sunrise,

sing the cold orange light

flooding hillside,

oak grove,

suburban home,

garden path,

elm grove

and freeway,

sing the fire 

on my face.

Wooden flute, sing,

sing the wind 

that shakes 

the manzanita,

sing the icy river

flashing over rocky bed,

sing the mountains

in the distance,

sing the waves

pounding the beach,

sing the storm clouds

piling high.

Wooden flute, sing,

sing the branch’s grain,

sing the striving green,

sing the memory 

of cell

and sap

and leaf 

and limb

in sunlight

on cedar or pine,

on redwood or oak

that gifted the music

to you

and to us.

Wooden flute, sing,

sing the player’s 

lips and lungs, 

sing her breath,

her blood,

her hands,

her journey,

sing her fingers

that dance your song

from the hollowed branch,

sing feet that romance

the breathing ground.

Wooden flute, sing,

sing the sunrise,

sing the moon phase,

and sky of stars.

Wooden flute,

sing heart,

sing eyes,

sing tears,

sing street,

sing singer’s voice.

Sing ocean

and storm.

sing river 

of asphalt,

sing skyline

of city,

sing canyon 

of antiquity,

sing rise and fall

of forest and stream,

sing world

in search of wisdom

sing world

in search of peace.

Wooden flute, sing.

Wooden flute, sing.