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
Shedding Light on the Family Tree 
The bird’s a beauty – and you caught the photo where he is the only touch of color. The poem’s a great fit too! 🙂
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.
This gives us Northerner’s hope! Thanks for resurrecting it!
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.