READY TO FLY

This bird too will fly away

Never to come home again

The nesting season is over

The feathers are all well grown

The coldness of the winter is approaching

The warmth of the  wind is beckoning

Oh! This bird too will fly away!  

ROSE GARDEN

The rose is gone

The thorns remain

The garden lies deserted

Weeds are overgrown

Perched low on a withering branch

The Little bird chirps!