Tree is real silver

I.

Birds tremble there

alighting — (lighting)
    its stained glass recedes
    and within each
    bright      ening
    light         ening
    shape
the song of a bird
embeds a garnet— 

Each red-feathered song
pewtering
       silver
               -ground
on lazuli



II.

I see their (a)
-lighting. They
leaf the tree
in the absence of bud,
greening the tree


Envoi: May
 
Birds embed their gems secretly,
beneath leaf


Copyright 2022 Chris Murray

First published Poetry Ireland Review N°138, "An Eavan Boland Special Issue" Editor, Nessa O'Mahony.
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