Bohemian Waxwings
On an April morning
Arrange themselves like musical notes
Upon bare upper branches
Against a backdrop
Of open sky
Sweetly trilling secrets
On the brisk air
As one
They descend
To the patchy snow
To pick the seeds
Scattered there
Pointed topknots
Ruffling in the breeze.
©Diane E. Dockum, 2015
Marble Hill Press 