Wren

My two poems presented at my poetry session with Paul and Lyn today were "Watching the Wheels" (posted here last month) and this one. I'm quite pleased with them both.

Tiniest of woodland birds, you scurry mouse-like
through dead leaves and brambles, then in a blur of tiny wings
flash low across my path to find a leafless perch,
where with sudden burst of song you bring the copse to life,
assuring me that spring at last is here.