Prayer of the Birds

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Soot and ash line path and sill
hope is low, but Christmas will
bring us blessings large and small—
we long for rain, to hear drops fall.

Sweet things, soft strings, voices limber
wrapped-up books and stars a shimmer
tinselled trees and eyes that glow . . .
love expands as children grow.

For these things we give our thanks
as fires rage round empty tanks.
Hear the prayer the wild birds call—
and send sweet rain, best gift of all.

Julie Thorndyke

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Tanka for a Rainy Day

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as for me, I am
content to live quietly—
as the rain
drips into small puddles
and glints in the sun

© Julie Thorndyke

first published in Yellow Moon 18 Summer 2005 p.13

Yellow Moon was a literary magazine 1997-2006 that helped many writers discover poetry, particularly short forms. I was fortunate to learn with and be encouraged by that community of poets under the leadership of Beverley George.