sparrows

March 21, 2025


I saw a flock of sparrows in a 
silver filigree

And I stood in pure delight for now 
I know just what it means

A month or two ago they dug and hid 
in rugged holes

Feathers huddled up together to 
protect them from the cold

But now the clouds have thinned 
and I've seen mist begin to fall

As the thinnest veil of privacy while 
Spring begins to sprawl

The air is crisp upon my face 
and I'm joyfully enthralled

How truly strange and lovely to be 
anything at all