Solo


Mrs. Cardinal

Solo

Upon her comfort

Perch she sits,

Gazing out to

Horizons golden-

Veiled, and longing

For the gilt touch

Upon her furrowed brow.

Not so far, the flight ~

But, ah, so

Alone.

The nest now but empty,

A cagéd prison

Of her untested fear.

But, the sun ~

The sun does so beckon

And the warmth

Upon her back

Would be so fine.

Thou agéd wings unfold,

Perchance the light upon this

Solo flight to shine.

~*~

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014 

4 thoughts on “Solo

    1. Thanks. It was a poem written many years ago at a time when I was approaching a crossroads in my life. It simply came to mind today as I looked to our grey garden and longed for a wisp of colour. Mrs. Cardinal is from last year’s archive. This winter’s been too cold for the birds to stick around.

    1. Yes, well, I hear the birds singing and wonder how they’re able to stay warm through this cold misery. Bear is shedding his winter coat now, so I put the released hair out on the snow bank for the birds to find and put in their nests. I hope it helps.

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