ROCK WREN

Posted on March 24, 2017 by | 3 Comments

 

 

Almost underfoot,
you work the ground
for bugs and spiders,
diligently clean window
screens in morning light—
yet play second fiddle
to your canyon cousin’s
      cas-
                    cad-
                                  ing
                                             song,
higher-up, closer to
the conifers and pines where
sticky-sweet bear clover
plunders my senses.

 

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3 responses to “ROCK WREN”

  1. Kim Roe's avatar Kim Roe | March 24, 2017 at 8:41 am | Reply

    I love this poem, and the bird too.

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  2. Richard's avatar Richard | March 24, 2017 at 2:21 pm | Reply

    I love Spring, because of the variety or life you bring us. Looking forward to images of the Burrowing owls. Love the way you got those stems to grow out of the granite.

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