Sparrow

As tiny sparrow builds her nest
while gently weaving twig and twine
a home of sticks and heart is formed
as she renews within her spring.

She knows the quickening is near
and scurries to be well prepared
as she will raise her peeping young
until another season comes.

The linings from an old felt coat
are tatters pressed in fluttered wings
yet they will tell her newborn babes
soft stories from another time.

A time when lovers knew the air
and felt its breath in season's wealth;
a time when care to build a home
gave everything for love to live.

It came from elder's spoken words,
a wisdom that would weave such cloak
of woolen felt and crimson silk
made to embrace a new day's morn.

And on this morn the sun arose
with golden rays to break the night
and wrapped itself around each child
to hold the warmth in dawn's cool air.

It is this dawn where love recalls
the breath of seasons that return
when mankind cares for all that live
and finds his name in offering.

Life's gentle sway of mystery
finds happiness within its place
the simple circle we call life
from here to there and back again.

As rivers rush home to the sea
sweet sparrow sings what nature gave
love always is and shall remain
the roundness in her woven nest.