You open
the tap
on our
bone dry
lawn,
one
moment
later
the flock
arrives—
bathing,
drinking,
dancing
in our silver
rain.
Turning
the valve
must have
sent out
a secret
invitation.
Angels
may arrive
in the form
of strangers,
but today
they came
to us as
dancing birds.
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A charming poem! I saw the water sparkling on the backs of the dancing birds as I read. Thank you for bringing this little bit of beauty into my life this morning. God bless you.
A poem that brought a smile to my face and to my heart. So visual I felt I was standing in that water with the birds. Thank you for such a beautiful poem, Ruth.
Ruth, thank you so much for sharing this most lovely poem with us. It is a treasure and a gift.