the small-birds have finally
found the window feeder
and the dogs are enthralled
with their sudden proximity
we are well, though feeling
the spring in our bones –
that gentle eruption debuts
a new brand of restlessness
the boards of the porch have been
too damp for comfortable reading,
and coffee for now is confined
beneath the mossy awning
but sweet and peppery
the season’s trees tease
the beginnings of green –
one promise kept, at least,
among so many hundreds dropped
these are days of small news,
buds of flowery hearsay – not much
here to report except the hummingbirds
are damp-winged and bright
among the new leaves of the maple
© Sarah Whiteley
Such small news is far better than that in the main stream news broadcast. 🙂
LikeLike
This is true! I will take small any day over television news
LikeLike
Beautiful post!
LikeLike
🙂
LikeLike
🙂 🙂
LikeLike
Beautiful. This took me right to your porch.
LikeLike
🙂 so glad you enjoyed it!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful. I’ve missed being able to regularly read your blog and your poems. x
LikeLike
So glad to have you back, Val! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
My lord, Sarah, that last stanza is just so perfectly formed – beautiful, my dear.
LikeLike
🙂 glad you enjoyed it! the hummingbirds in the rain lent a little inspiration to this one – love those little guys
LikeLike
Springtime! It’s still cold here in NYC, but reading this gave me some hope for spring yet to come 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person