Sunday, March 20, 2011

On this first day of spring

Chickadee in spring trees

A bird the color of the tree and trees
The grays and browns and bits of black
As though the tree itself had chirped
Let loose a bit of itself to hop
about and discover flight








I saw a chickadee this morning in some still bare trees and was captivated by its marvelous spirit.  I wrote these lines I'm sharing now.

2 comments:

Brooke said...

Thank you Jaye for honoring our little feathery friend,
so busy now, perhaps ready for nesting, bringing new life into our trees! They chirp, you write, and we are so grateful for both.

Anonymous said...

What an excellent poem!