not all who wander are lost

not all who wander are lost

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

fine plumage

A bluebird came to perch on the rail.
We stopped talking and stared.
You know, there is something to be said for fine plumage, she said.

1 comment:

della said...

Sara, you are expecially good at spotting the wildlife. This is a very nice poem. I sent you a little treat today via the mail. It is just a little something that made me think of you. I spotted it while out shopping with Eva this past weekend.