The chickadee wins the first prize –
as it visits its favorite haunts,
fleeting from tree to branch and branch to tree
noting the changes in the season,
...
‘Mary’ the pastor says,
‘It’s time you give your life to the Good Lord’
‘I have given my life to the Good Lord, pastor, ’ she says.
...
Spring Strains
The chickadee wins the first prize –
as it visits its favorite haunts,
fleeting from tree to branch and branch to tree
noting the changes in the season,
perhaps nothing much,
maybe the hopeful bareness
on the maple tree:
a thousand bursting buds,
a thousand leaves that’ll bloom
in two weeks’ time.
Beyond the yard,
at the edge of the woods,
a bright winter-spring sun tickles the air.
And below on the mish-mash earth:
worms, worms, and worms
that strain to escape the chilly bits of broken ice.