Lady in Red
poems
- While the yellow-jackets mingle with
- the Azaleas and the sunflowers
- and the people with only each other,
- You were there in the sky
- on a young branch navigating
- the heights of which
- far too few have seen,
- crawling toward the sun.
- You weaved through the leaves
- and fought against the voice of Mother,
- and finally, finally,
- you reached the peak.
- Then, just like the robins,
- just like the timid sparrows
- singing without the need for recognition,
- you opened the crimson shell
- housing your weightless wings
- and flew to the only place you knew
- was home.
