moments

moments

Sunday, March 1, 2020




the birds didn't leave this winter 
they didn't fly south
like so many of our neighbors

they stayed and sang
roosted in the winterberry bush
where we watched and listened
from our small round kitchen table

fluffy bodied tiny things
holding on to the bare bones
of a bush that should have been pruned long ago

everything exposed
waiting for the mighty sun to gain 
length and strength once again

and still they sing 
xo








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