The birds all fall

into accolades,

on the mornings

of Central Virginia.


Colorful chorals

that can escalade –

     pro forma,




On and on,

no stoppage of song,

way long

after morning’s forgotten.


All in all, a sound,

a melodious funk;

as it rises

right into

the mountains!



might hear

Thelonius Monk.



you hear your Haydyn.


And the day thus begins

the same way it ends –


     in pro forma,

     by concerti,




[revised 19 April 2013)

©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn


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