~
The birds all fall
in accolades,

on mornings
in Central Virginia.

Colorful chorals
that escalade –

     pro forma,
     concerti,
     eudaimonia.

On and on,
no stoppage the song,

way long
when morning’s forgotten.

All in all, a sound,
a funk;

melodious risings,
to mountains!

I might hear
Thelonius Monk.

You?
You hear your Haydyn.

And the day
thus begins

the same way
it ends –

     in pro forma,
     by concerti,
     Eudaimonia.
~

©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn
[revised 19 April 2013; 01 June 2016)