Like a young
creek –
bouncing & jaunty,
erratic;
Like morning
light –
spangled & bright,
yet vaporous;
His song
accompanies dawn,
trips through the air,
& g l i d e s through
the second-story
window
to announce
his arrival…
Spring is absolute
now
Catbird is
returned.
— C.Birde, 5/18
4 Comments
Love the similes and this poem 🙂
Thank you 🙂 They (the similes) flew in the window to me this morning at 5:50am, in the form of birdsong on the wings of seasonal friend 🙂
You are welcome and how poetically apt 🙂
I suppose we are sometimes lucky that way 😉