The Oriole Sings for Me

I spend a considerable amount of time on our small, 7 x 9 deck.  It is 6 stories high, and lines up perfectly with a magnificent river birch tree. This tree is home to many birds. The first to arrive each spring are the orioles. Yesterday, on a crisp, clear Sunday morning, the oriole sings for me.

To hear an Oriole sing 

May be a common thing ~

Or only a divine. 

It is not of the Bird 

Who sings the same, unheard,

As unto crowd ~

The Fashion of the Ear 

Attireth that it hear

In Dun, or fair ~

So whether it be Rune, 

Or whether it be none

Is of within. 

The "Tune is in the Tree ~" 

The Skeptic ~ showeth me ~ 

"No Sir! In Thee!" 

Emily Dickinson