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)