Sunlit rain drips Spring <br />With diamonds' <br />Fire... <br /> <br />Unstoppable desire for <br />Greenery, in <br />Jeweled panes... <br /> <br />The wrens. Their nest... <br />Dead twigs... <br />Supporting Life, <br /> <br />Then empty. <br /> <br />Til rain fires return <br />Window panes' diamonds. <br /> <br />Til months return tiny life <br />To dead twigs.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/watching-wrens-on-sunday-afternoon/
