the house finches have
changed their song again –
to one of fierce joy,
of emphatic nest-lust
it seems almost too soon
for such passion,
with snow still gathered,
blue in the shadows
of the north-facing stones
then again, some songs exist
simply to remind us
it may never be too soon,
yet sometimes it is
quite plainly too late
© Sarah Whiteley
Indeed….too late often comes too soon…..enjoyed your verse.
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Oh that’s very nicely done Sarah! Clever.
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So true, those last two lines. I love this, Sarah. ❤️
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Close to perfect.
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