In the birdbath filled by summer rain
I saw the baby wood pigeon again
So safe the garden, birds became quite tame
Secret,silent, sweet,no cats, it kept me sane
The bird was washing,splashing all about
With darted glances,so few I could count
Then it flew up into a large tree
Holly,maple, apple,I could see
Though it’s winter, sunshine makes me dream
Gazing through the window at this scene
Sap is stirring,rising in soft light
Making these bare branches a new sight
Love came down and lit up this,my heart
Then the grace of being made its start
