Wren’s Nest


On the windowsill
Canning jars sprouted 
Purple and Pink blooms
Sweet from her garden

By the south wall in shrubs
Under her bedroom 
Window—she found
A wren’s nest—a soft 

Leafy grass tunnel, watched
As the sprite little bird
Flew in and warmed
Four brown-speckled eggs.

Published by Elece

I am a photographer and a freelance writer. I write stories, poetry, gift books, and magazine articles––both print and online. Photographing children, places, and especially flowers is my hobby.

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