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