Glittering Fate Of Late Spring

The unseen Wren up first thing piercingly sings ‘good morning
immortal world, today, of all days, a new beginning.’

Spinning in winter’s late snow little wren pleads for a daffodil cameo mustering a falsetto dedicated to blooming a cherry blossom tree.

Offering our inland as a vibrant canvas for extravagant radiance of creation, bartering unexpecting flower beds for aromatic beauty.

‘Blossom, bloom, blush’ – the little wren croons,

‘oh late spring I await the glittering fate of late spring.’

-L.J. Lenehan-

Wren 30 (John Fox)


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