Sunlit rain drips Spring
With diamonds'
Fire...
Unstoppable desire for
Greenery, in
Jeweled panes...
The wrens. Their nest...
Dead twigs...
Supporting Life,
Then empty.
Til rain fires return
Window panes' diamonds.
Til months return tiny life
To dead twigs.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/watching-wrens-on-sunday-afternoon/
