Petulant Birdsong Poem by Debora Short

The window left open in hopes of netting
Young Spring’s gentle winds, lightly infused

With the sweet fragrance of Father Time’s gifts
Nectarine, plum, pear, red delicious, black

Berry, crab-apple in fanciful veils
Of delicate blossom, each one promises

Willowy baskets, amiability
Filled with His benevolent Spirit

Now winged clutches for new life all
Singing their petulant birdsong, demands

For more… Branches filled with sweet berries
Luscious apples, the juice of pears and

Nectarines, small bittersweet crab-apples
Acquiesce, sending tiny bits of justice

Debora Short
The first week of spring 2011
From the Shropshire Hollow