The Yellow Warbler

Jamie K. Reaser

Bold and bright, with a soul-stirring desire to couple and nest and tend he sings from the willow branch, and the day is suddenly delightful to every living thing — the awakened and arrived. Spring!

The cold wintered-heart cracks, melts, reveals a reason to keep on living, and doing so with blessings counted out in the open, unabashedly. You’ve noticed, right? in your very own chest, and you’ve listened, yes? and you’ve called out, haven’t you? for the company that could turn a solitary moment into a renewal of faith in the worth of tomorrow, and perhaps even the years that follow that. How could you not?

Oh, whistle sweetly into the blue morning yellow warbler, whistle sweetly dear little bird, dare, remind us, life is beauteous — so worth showing up for with great self-expression from a high leafy pulpit, though we may be so deeply tired, aren’t we? from our long, arduous journey.

Let there be no excuses.