MORNING (Monday Poem)

by Barbara Juster Esbensen


The April day
breaks
into bird-shapes,
Light
flickers along the wings
of sparrows       pours
red and purple
into the fluted bowls
of tulips.

The day
poised on the bluejay's sharp
call
somersaults
all the way to noon
under the songs
of robins!



from Cold Stars and Fireflies: Poems of the Four Seasons, by Barbara Juster Esbensen, illustrated by Susan Bonners, 1984, Thomas Y. Crowell