Spring walking on a Sunday evening
Over the new mown trails
Through the raspberry canes.
The lightning and thunder have paused and
The evening sun glows through the rain spattered sky
Spring green leaves glisten and shake rain drops.
A brown bird flies up and startles us
just as our thunder feet startled her.
The hidden nest holds four speckled blue and purple eggs. Or maybe five.
Mama didn’t limp or try to distract us; she just waited until we tiptoed away.
I’m calling her a field sparrow…
On the other side of the yard bluebirds are nesting
in the rusty corn planter that decorates the tool shed.
She perches and guards five eggs.
The shed was half painted when the new renters began to investigate.
The paintbrushes have been put away now
until the eggs hatch and the birds have flown.
Drops of rain send us to the house for cover
But the sun shines behind the rain
And there in the eastern sky the rainbow glows
peace…
the circle of life 
Your post gave me a much-needed sense of peace. Thank you.
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Oh good. We need that these days. Thanks.
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Hello there.
It’s a thumbs-up day when you get to see a rainbow.
Take care.
Neil S.
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It absolutely is. Something about that metaphor of beauty after rain I think. Thanks.
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Lovely description, imaginable
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❤️
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How lovely. I felt I was walking with you and sharing your evident love of birds. I especially liked the line, “I’m calling her a field sparrow…” because I often have done the same when I think I know what a bird is, but am not absolutely certain. I tell myself if I’m wrong the bird will never know and so can’t be insulted. The birds nesting in the corn planter delighted me.
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Wonderfully penned!!❤️
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Thank you so much! and thank you also for stopping by. :-)
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