exiles child

Poems

Soaring high above
inside the red-shouldered hawk
the souls of sparrows

This is your brain on haiku.

Learn to love sparrows
they said. I did.
Now there’s love on every corner.

Learn to love sparrows
they said. I did.
Now there are starlings.

Learn to love sparrows
they said. I did.
But so did the kestrel.

Learn to love sparrows
they said. I did.
They are jealous lovers.

Learn to love sparrows
they said. I did.
They’re building a condo in the rose garden.

For animals in the wild, spring can be a time of famine; winter nuts and seeds are growing scarce, and summer abundance is yet to come.

Sparrows in April
winter coats almost gone
pecking at promises