by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Oriole throws
a cup of stars
my way,
and I’m hooked
forever.
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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!
Oh wow, Ethel–this is So wonderful, more than Wonderful!!
Ethel, I had to come back for a second, and third read–I’m captivated and enamored. Would it be alright for me to print it out–for my personal file, only?
Yes, of course. love Ethel
Oh, what an enchanting thought – to have an Oriole throwing a cup of stars my way. Very lovely, Ethel!
Ethel, this lovely poem made my heart sing, thank you! 🙂
This is so simple, Ethel, but so enchanting. Those orioles are so special and you have captured the magic of seeing and hearing them.