POEM A DAY 6: Silently the birds fly through us

Almeda Glenn Miller
By Almeda Glenn Miller
April 13th, 2012

“…Silently the birds fly through us.”



We did not begin here, you and me – 

hence, this forest is still fresh with magic;

ferns are tiny breaths,

nightflowers are harlequins,

trees shake loose the stars,

our voices flutter and swoop;

we are innuendo.


and the birds, silently the birds fly

through us.

Almeda Glenn Miller is a Rossland-based writer, performer, and teacher.

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