I stand there looking at you, and you, and you
Long and long through this open window. My God!
Your feathers light as a whisper over fences and limbs.
Your face without lashes or mouth. I privately take it in
And my heart flutters standing in awe of yellow
Sun kisses bright in your throat. A fluency of feet
A supple verse that makes me grin. This is my poem.
A darling shadow of weightless wonders flowing soft,
So soft that it should rival your little cotton head.
“Stop and smell the roses.”