Birds of Youth Released
My sweetest cravings, fledglings in a nest,
were held up high; into the air released
by eager hands of mine. A world to test
was mine before youth’s wishing time had ceased.
The birds who have come back to visit me
are well-remembered dreams that have come true.
The pleasant yellow finch; the chickadee
and skylark gave me nothing I should rue.
The cardinal would warble in my ear.
I yearned for him, but he did not stay long.
The bluebird too I hoped to always hear.
She comes and goes. At times I hear her song.
But long forgotten wishes to grow older
are sparrows at my door as life grows colder.
For the Contest: Pen a Sonnet on It
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