With their striking faces
Their glimmers of gold
Their elusive nature
Are easy to love.
They swoop into my life
Once or twice a year
(If I’m lucky)
Quickening my pulse and
Causing spontaneous outbursts of joy
To issue from my lips.
How can one not exclaim
And sigh
And wiggle joyfully
When in the presence of
Such rare majesty?
Of course the waxwings get this treatment
And the lady slippers
And first snowfalls.
I don’t think I’m alone
In my easily won love.
Trickier still is
To remember the wonder
When witnessing
Sparrows
And grass
And yet another snowstorm in March.
If I could toss a coin
In a fountain
Make a wish
It would be for
An equal share of wonder
For all.
