Spring Observation

The trees are singing
incantations
like magic,
and I think
maybe the swan
is in need of some

she seems
too still for spring
this morning,
adrift along a
newformed current
of rainy days

but then
the bird king
resplendent
in his long
silver robes
soars slowly
in a wide arch

and at once
she rises
sees the world
through
morning eyes

to her savior
nods her regard
while above
the marsh hawk
his catch on display

banks on
our community
and calls it
righteous

Poem and photo ©2024, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.