by Sarah Price
A brake of forsythia mark the upper end
of fields: sparrow brown with pendant flowers.
Maples daubed on wooded grades are keen,
unsparing green, and trails are crossed by cold
rills glinting under leafless trees. Trillium
spread, pink, over roots as streamlets broaden.
Here a fitful rain taps beeches’ crimped leaves
and angled buds, and shifts recurrent warblers.
Shade’s as marked as grey-ridged bark abrim
with scaled corolla. Circling back, with high phrase,
one red start half-fans a pennant tail.
Pitched notes uptilt in vaulted black cherries.
In all, the taste of water’s lucid.
Mist curbs new shoots as softer light, applies
to petals, white on dampened stone. A branch
trembles, serves as a launching point.
Sarah Price lives in central Pennsylvania. She hopes to depict the natural world with grace and accuracy. She has recently been published in Typishly, and remains grateful for comprehensive birding websites.