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The Last Bird Singing

Bringing a message of hope

Deborah Barchi
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2 min readApr 3, 2023

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Photo by Joshua J. Cotten on Unsplash

Once there was a time, not very long ago
when Spring arrived with countless voices

ardent and sweet, glorious as trumpets,
fervent as prayers, full of passion and purpose

when feathered singers young and old
awakened the world with vivid cacophony

filling our hearts with joy, unalloyed by fear,
or the wisdom to guess what changes might come.

Now once again as Persephone returns
bringing her promised gifts of delight,

no bright chorus hurries to greet her
no host of faithful singers clamors in the trees.

Where once a choir swelled the morning air
like a roaring current filling a thirsty void,

only a voice or two at dawn awakens us
announcing with unfettered verve

the message we faithful still strain to hear.
The world continues despite peril and hurt,

and proof of this can be found not in a choir
but in the tireless song of a solitary bird.

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Deborah Barchi
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Written by Deborah Barchi

Deborah Barchi has recently retired from her career as a librarian and now has time to read, explore nature, and write poetry and essays.

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