Little Bird

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

for April Chischilly

Little bird,
with wound on her chest,
comes to my water
each day.

Other birds
push her back,
but she is steadfast and stays.
She reminds me of you.

The first sunlight
that warms my body
in the early spring
after a long, cold winter
reminds me of you.

This morning, as the red, glowing mushroom
shone out from the dark forest floor,
an orange- red like no other,
it, too,
reminds me of you.

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5 responses to “Little Bird

  1. Another beautiful poem to love!

  2. Wishing you love and happiness. Ethel

  3. Sayword

    lovely, Ethel

  4. Hi Ethel. I had just read Tom’s poem for April Chischilly when I discovered this one from you, also for her. She must be a remarkable woman.

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