Monday's Poem

Cardinal

Against the grey sky,

in the drizzle of an early morning rain,

your fiery red atop the branch

of a tall green pine,

warbling a song to your mate

who calls back to you from the thicket

of the mulberry brush,

I watch; I listen.

You are there every morning,
six mornings in a row,
looking, calling for her,
your lifetime mate.

I wonder if you've done this each day,
coming to this very same tree
while she gathers the berries;
you, stoic in your perch there,
watching in your puffed up way.                                                                                                      photo image source

You, persistent in stance,
consistent with presence,
relentless in song,
and I,
I sit still with awe.

© Laura Lewis Blischke ~ 2008