Bird of Spring
I heard a bird of spring
Singing in bare branches atop a tree
A tiny, tiny bird, its voice to ring
And awaken all with melody; to me
A sweet song for all the world to hear,
Heralding winter’s end and spring so near.
In memory of Marjorie Mathies
The Bittersweet Tree
Author’s Note: I wrote “The Bittersweet Tree” in 1988. It was always a favorite of my Grandmother’s. It was published in the quarterly magazine Sunflower Petals back in 1989. The poetry magazine was published by the Kansas State Poetry Society. I have revised it a few times since that first publication, but it is still pretty true to my original composition. I hope you enjoy my poem.
One day…
I looked out into the bittersweet tree,
and two robins stared back at me.
As Autumn slowly faded, South they should go,
Winter will soon show its lifeless face of snow.
Again on another day…
I looked out into the bittersweet tree,
the same robins, but now they looked back at me.
As Autumn became Winter they continued a romance,
until their very last retreat from Winter’s solemn dance.
And today…
I looked out into the bittersweet tree,
and it was empty – the robins spread wing to flee.
As I peered into barren branches, snow began to fall
and loneliness crept into my soul.
© 2019 Gregory Vessar
Thank you Greg for sharing your gracious poem. You and Melissa are a
Blessing to our Church. We love and
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