The cotoneaster is alive with birds
encouraging its leaves to open like wings.
A rush of wind inspires their raucous exodus.
Craving spring’s sweet sap,
the bush releases a silent sigh
as buds burst green along its arcing branches.
Brenda Warren 2014
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Good one and we are getting close to May 1st!!!! Yea!!!!
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Beautiful.
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This is really lovely. We don’t have enough birds here, so I enjoyed yours.
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