Don Iannone Poet Free verse

House Wrens Outside My Window

In the garden's quiet corner,
Amidst the gentle rustle of leaves,
House wrens diligently weave their nests,
A labor of love in the springtime air.

Each twig and blade of grass carefully chosen,
Crafted with precision and purpose,
To create a sanctuary, a haven,
For new life to emerge and thrive.

With each flutter of wings,
A story unfolds,
Of resilience, of hope,
In the cycle of renewal.

In this quiet symphony of nature,
There is no need for rhyme or reason,
Just the simple beauty,
Of life finding its place,
In the tapestry of existence.

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Karen Croft April 30, 2024 at 11:13 AM I just imagined they were outside my window. What a beautiful look at nature and it's blessings Don Iannone April 30, 2024 at 11:57 AM Thank you, Karen. They are nested outside our window, Cheers, Don

Silent One April 30, 2024 at 8:57 AM Your poem beautifully captures the serene and harmonious essence of nature, particularly in the context of the garden where house wrens diligently build their nests. The imagery of the gentle rustle of leaves and the meticulous crafting of nests portrays a scene of tranquil activity, imbued with a sense of purpose and dedication. Don Iannone April 30, 2024 at 9:03 AM Thank you so much for your comments. The nesting wrens are a true sign of spring! Cheers, Don

Daisy Meadows April 30, 2024 at 2:14 AM A beautiful poem and description. Well done. Don Iannone April 30, 2024 at 4:22 AM Thank you, Jeanette. Have a good day. Don