Not for beauty
or cunning
or swiftness in flight
but an everyday presence
and lust for life
have caused me
to love you
In the dead
of winter
I watched you
break open
ice-covered seed husks
while buffeted by Arctic winds
and my fire
for living
was rekindled.
Beautiful poem. The tiny bird with its agility and innocence is a pleasure to watch. Lovely drop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poem, Ray. I have the same admiration