Tanager

 

I spy you in April's newleaf green,

living scarlet, animate jewel,

living proof of love's sheer descent

from glorious onesong unity

to fearsome threefold life.

 

Fluttering, fragile,

you've conquered the day in your brilliance.

Let me look deeply;

give me the glory of your clear

bright image

to flash upon the silent heart

in darkest winter's dreams. 

 

 

 

by Richard Trant

 

 

 

*** previously published in The Sweet Annie & Sweet Peas Review, 2002