He carried you home
Fragile blossoms
vibrant
And profuse
We hung you high
Pride of place
Overlooking old wooden
Porch railing
They came to
Nest among the pink profusion
Flying back and forth
Weaving twigs and grass
Too gentle and fragile
To be hearth and home
We took you
Into ours
Little wings flapping
Squawking out
Their disapproval
They fluttered off
To stronger branches
You are back home
Pride of place
Brightening the
Threshold.
This was written for HCB poetry prompt: A Tablespoon of Summer.
this is very cute.
ReplyDeletei can just see the busy birds.
This is wonderful, Linda. I love my
ReplyDeletelittle impatiens. I have them all over
my yard. We had wrens try and nest in
one of our hanging baskets too. I guess
they just like impatiens as much as we
do!
Peace,
Sandy
Lovely poem. I can't do poetry. We planted lots of impatiens in our new patio area this year, because of the shady spot it is. They're spreading, but not really fast. Lots of rain on them lately, so when it warms up, they should go crazy. I hope!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet poem. I love impatiens. Mine are not doing so great this year though. Not sure why. Sigh. A green thumb I am not.
ReplyDeleteSorry I have been such a horrible commenter. I just don't seem to have enough time in a day.
very sweet. i could see those beautiful flowers.
ReplyDeleteperfect,
ReplyDeleteand I have a lot of white impatiens in the garden.
and we've had some silly stubborn birds too.
Lovely poem and flowers (o:
ReplyDeleteLove that prompt title 'Tablespoon of Summer'
this has been a chilly week here...not feeling to summerie
Oh dear, I just linked to this at HCB. Forgive!
ReplyDeleteI loved this opening. So tender...
"He carried you home"