The sight of winged beauty
is longed for in not-yet-spring months.
What is exquisitely fashioned by God's hand,
I can only emulate.
With a single gifted rose, an article remembered,
pine needles and twigs gathered,
a child's delight becomes my own.
An emergence, soon to be seen,
seems even sweeter in the wait
as I gaze upon those birthed in longing,
until flight begins.
article - http://www.somersetstudio.com/ july/aug 2007
