day 47 ~ spring fever

for the scraps piecemealed together

into one cozily woven nest

women and birds flock

a maze instinctually traversed

a bosom extended toward center

for winged breasted beasts Spring beckons long

before its warm fingers caress the winter wearied with

a breeze born song humming silently

the crescendo quells

~*~

words & image ~ misha