Watching Wrens On Sunday Afternoon Poem by elysabeth faslund
Watching Wrens On Sunday Afternoon
Sunlit rain drips Spring
With diamonds'
Fire...
Unstoppable desire for
Greenery, in
Jeweled panes...
The wrens. Their nest...
Dead twigs...
Supporting Life,
Then empty.
Til rain fires return
Window panes' diamonds.
Til months return tiny life
To dead twigs.
Many symbols in a poem written simply and softly coloured.
Sunlit rain drips Spring With diamonds' Fire... Got me, straight away... beautiful... Colin J...
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5/5/2024 12:19:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A delightful poem, that captures the heart! Great read Elysabeth! ! *10*! ! Best Wishes! Friend Thad