“Wren” was written for dVerse.
Image by Naturelady from Pixabay
It’s nearing darkness at 8 pm, my wren, yet I don’t see you pecking at a peanut on the railing or chirping your plaintive call or, really, see you at all. How have I not realized until this moment that you leave me every May for somewhere else? Do they appreciate you there? Do they give you peanuts and delight at your feistiness? I wait for your return, dear one, to hear your afternoon call as light fades to gray, giving me hope through winter’s sulky days.
Catbird replaces
the wren’s place with mimicking.
Summer solstice moon.
Sascha Darlington
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #9: Sascha Darlington’s latest #haibun for #dversepoets!
Thank you so much! 🙂
My pleasure! 😇
Love it! The little wren was a favourite at our backyard feeders in our former house.
Thank you, V.J. They’re so small, round, and feisty. I love them.
Me too! You are welcome.
Lovely! I hope your wren returns!