F. C. Hennessey

After several days

Of calling

From the wood

The happy little

Phoebe birds

Have finally

Found each other

They chase each other 

Playfully

Around the grounds

And come to rest amid

The forsythia

And there

They whisper

Plans of parenthood

They scout around the house

And check beneath each eave

And wonder 

At the neighborhood

The cost of sticks and mud

And everyday things

Sara Mathews     February 2016