the birds
they twitter
and tumble
over each other,
into the grass.
forget-me-not flowers
masking their faces,
with their bright blue clumps
amongst green grass blades
the birds,
they sing,
and stumble,
over tree roots,
falling into the grass.
dead leaves brown,
camouflaged behind the new growth,
of the green grass blades,
where the birds stumble into life,
as they fly over the ground,
making stuttered landings,
fluttered within the shelter of the flowers
Spring 2018
YOU ARE READING
Unbroken • Poetry
Poetryeven the leaves will not break beneath her touch "All art is quite useless." - Oscar Wilde
