DEVOTION
A delicate oriole nest
hanging near the end
of a willow branch
with long green leaves
swaying on a gentle breeze
In late Spring
I watched the bustle
weave and hustle
flashing orange and black and yellow
feeding in and flying out
One day a sort of panic
as mother fluttered frantic
from edge to edge
while fledglings visited
and father brought provision
In that nursery next morning
mother slumped and bent
silent and unmoving
crumpled in her little tomb
spent and color fading
Affixed to the nest
a tender chick
pinned and deadly tethered
by its small upright back
still and downy feathered
Snagged and tacked
unable to fall or fly
poised in death
its tiny wings outspread
facing toward the sky
Now both softly rocking
in their transient home
I wonder at her natural
gift of living
beyond herself alone
NOTICE*
Our Father
who sees each sparrow fall
who counts the hairs
of our troubled head
give us strength
when we have none
*Matthew 10:29-30; 2 Corinthians 12:9
Photo by Frank Cone @ Pexels
Tag: Spring
Haiku #28
I’m stopped by roses
—still in our house, you suffer—
their carefree beauty
Photograph from Wilson Public Rose Gardens, North Carolina
Haiku #27
What strange whispering
—in Spring heat, pine cones popping—
softly staccato
Photo courtesy of John Haslam @ Wikimedia Commons
Haiku #26
Marina in May
Boat slips fill with white ship sails
Gulls complain and cry
Photo courtesy of Peter H @ Pixabay
Haiku #25
Naive gardener
planting perfect little rows
Rabbit waits behind
Internet photograph from Natural News
Haiku #24
Browns and greys ground us
—Buds gently open skyward—
Greens pique the palette
Photo courtesy of Ann-Christine @ LEYA https://lagottocattleya.wordpress.com/
Haiku #23
We adjust our clocks
—Earth tilts away right on time—
Daffodils don’t rush
Photograph courtesy of Rebecca Budd aka Clanmother
I encourage you to visit her beautiful photos @ https://www.flickr.com/people/followclanmother/
Haiku #22
Joggers splash puddles
—I step aside, turn my back—
Useless umbrella!
Photo discovered @ Pixabay
Haiku #21
Love walked among us
—Spring lambs, breaking bread, new wine—
Earth could not hold him
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