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.
