By: Carolyn Pinet
Hosts of Bohemians
flock from tree to tree,
swarm and gather
in dense communion,
a chanting, chattering
crowd of pilgrims.
The red wine of berries
drops from their beaks and
they coast, heady on the season.
A Christmas chorus,
raised in cold and snow
in ascent, descent,
cheers us
and caresses the air:
a caroling lustily sung
at windows and doors.
Blessed be the birds
at the manger
and under the Star,
a thousand throats
twittering in glistening Hosannas.