spring flew in
on the wings of
your sleek
ruby throated
father
followed soon by
your emerald
mother
her coin sized
nest, a wee egg
becoming
you
without crimson
gorget
but streaks
dot your
neck
to wear on your
flight
far away from
us to warm
climes
and your
future iridescent
throat
For the Record,
This day came in dark and now we have torrents of wonderful rain.
I retired from public school teaching after happily spending twenty eight years playing in Kindergarten. Now I fill my days watching cat antics, taking endless...
