The Visitor

All summer long, the feeder hung-
its visitors, a timid lot.
I listened to their calling, sung
through languid days, sultry and hot.
And then I left a little trail,
each day more seed, closer to me.
I did not know if I'd prevail,
or if my hands would ever be
a place of trust, a soft embrace-
if you would pause a moment there
to share with me a breath of grace,
a fleeting joy, a wordless prayer.

Today I sat so still and calm...
your feathered heartbeat in my palm.


11/03/11

 

windowguy
Wonderful. Such a touching poem that simply oozes charm!

 

Lillian Susan Thomas
wow! so lovely and delicate. I exp. like the last 2 lines, quite spectacular in their simplicity

erik99
A delightful picture you paint, skillfully and naturally rhymed, with a lovely conclusion.

Susan Jarvis
Gorgeous, as ever. I love the form, subject matter and heart-touching feather fluttering closing couplet. Welcome back Kate, and a very Happy New Year to you! :)

tom balch
A beautifully penned piece, the end couplet is just perfect.

LightH2O
Very well penned, loved it!