Come Too Soon

Margaret V.Doran

Through the window
grey sky, dreary
leafless black branches
spread upward
vein to capillary.
Into the grey-scale
a fast and brilliant spot of green and orange
hovers and moves on
having rejected in the blink of an eye
the long-empty feeder.


Prepare your hearts for the Lord and wait with all diligence

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Updated March 15, 2005
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