Communing With Wrens
The green tree, home to Jenny Wren,
Sits on a lush oasis at the back of my yard.
As sunlight penetrates
Find me sitting on a shady bench
Eye to eye with these tiny creatures,
Relaxing to the flutter of their wings
As they continue
Going about their lives
Unafraid of my presence,
Communing with my spirit.
Copyright © Pam Murray | Year Posted 2020
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
to post a comment