A redbird in a barren tree
One final bit of blood clotting
It could be the last to spring
Green buds held back
Beneath its bark or nothing
More to give this world
Except a hollowing memorial
Of seasons past and a perch
For that beautiful but bloody bird
-a.r.
Red Circle by Agelio Batle
~ by April on May 14, 2014.
Posted in Death, Nature, Poetry
Tags: Bird, Cardinal, Death, Nature, poetry, Red, Seasons, Spring, Winter