Those birds are the awfullest gossips. One was mocking me just this morning. ;) I love the sound of wind through the trees though, like it's whispering hush to the birdsong and chatter of squirrels in the branches. In truth, I love the birdsong too. Such a quaint and cozy poem, I enjoyed.
No doubt you have the instincts of a poet to use brevity and there is a quality here not unlike chinese prosody translated by Pound. I wish though for some kind of hint or suggestion of the metaphorical connection between your story and the songs of birds.
with all the noise in the world today getting to hear the simple things like the wind is getting harder and harder. I love the poem, thanks for sharing your writing
I'm living in the good ol' south of the US of A. Professionally, I'm an engineer and I guess that means I'm supposed to know things. I don't always. I write because I can, and because I can write word.. more..