Everyday I watch... standing in the background,
quietly gazing at the shadowy figures fluttering
against the glass of the front door.
Two small finches work so diligently, flying back
and forth, building a tiny abode that sits nestled
between the branches of a winter worn wreath.
Gathering dried grasses, stems, leaves and
sundry remnants from a long ago landscape,
they are nearly finished spinning a simple heap
of unwanted materials into fine silk and splendor.
Soon... very soon this nest of wonders will be full
of beautiful dreams.
Oh how I wish these pictures were clearer,
closer, more revealing. Although not perfect
the images are still heartwarming.
My little friends seem to be placing the
finishing touches on their artwork, just
as I have placed the finishing touches
on mine... a bird's egg sampler.