In the spring, there were baby birds
not dead leaves.
Wisteria makes a wonderful hidey-hole for birds;
dense foliage, sturdy branches
The Towhees love it.
I hear them through my open window,
cheerfully chirruping the rising sun.
© 2011, Liza Lee Miller.
mother. wife. friend. teacher. writer. reader. photographer. birder. quilter. blogger.
