Oriole

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Oriole throws

a cup of stars
my way,
and I’m hooked
forever.

8 Comments

Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, Poetry

8 responses to “Oriole

  1. Release and let your heart soar …

  2. I can imagine no more magical gift than being thrown a cupful of stars by an oriole. There are some who love to prepare me for dawn about an hour before dawn near my bedroom windows! Next time, I will look out for stars before rolling over to go back to sleep!

  3. Caddo Veil

    Oh wow, Ethel–this is So wonderful, more than Wonderful!!

  4. Oh, what an enchanting thought – to have an Oriole throwing a cup of stars my way. Very lovely, Ethel!

  5. Julie Catherine

    Ethel, this lovely poem made my heart sing, thank you! 🙂

  6. This is so simple, Ethel, but so enchanting. Those orioles are so special and you have captured the magic of seeing and hearing them.

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