Saturday, June 29, 2013

A little summer poem . . .

Robins and starlings
have found their way to the cherry tree
outside my bedroom window.
They balance, screeching and picking,
an ecstasy of summer, truly hot days,
the sky above, an endless vault of blue,
spirit home.
Well grounded by bird chatter,
I see and don't see
a yellow leaf or two 
among the green. 

Robin and Cherries (Source: Flicker)