morning in the garden – siirden / cycles/ empty house

morning in the garden

O heart !

My tree is full of small birds,
red flowers.
I am below the level of the bee,
the wingbeat of the wren.
A new robin dapples through his
never-ending blue, green.
My tree flowers
                  beat red like hearts
in warm rings.
 © Chris Murray 2016, 2020

Published ANU #48 (ISSUU)
Online URL, Edited by Amos Grieg
Published in translation Şiirden #37, Turkish translation, Müesser Yeniay
Collected Empty House Anthology, Doire Press, 2021, Edited by Nessa O'Mahony, Alice Kinsella.
Online URL

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