High in the tree tops they hover,
A family pair,
Ears twitching, heads swiveling,
Then they swoop in a instant,
To a better vantage point.
The babies are huddled still,
Deep in the cracks of a crumbling old tree
Edging toward the day,
They creep out on the limbs,
To explore.
Wildflowers wriggle,
Through thickets of leaves,
Winter refuse,
Conquered by spring
The Star Magnolia,
It’s frostbitten buds,
Wilted by a late season freeze,
Rallies into defiant bloom.
Bottom to top
Spring floods the grounds
Brilliant blossoms,
Teasing into life
The still stark branches of the taller trees.
Rambling ... 