Collette Anne Kearns
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I meant to write a poem today –
But a cardinal sang in our maple tree,
As his mate fluttered to and fro,
And the wind in the leaves was calling me.
And the softest of rain began to fall,
Sprinkling the grateful earth below,
And a rainbow brightened my window pane –
Outdoors, I thought, my words might flow.