Audubon Warblers : Kevin L Cole : : Bird Poems : :

Audubon Warblers : : By Kevin L Cole The Audubon warblers keep the time of their coming,Arriving on stillness of a storm,Their breast and backs as dark as low bruised banks of cloud,Rumps and throats as yellow as blooms of buckwheat. They throng this evening in the newly-leavedTender-tipped canopies nervously weavingThrough the catkins like franticContinue reading “Audubon Warblers : Kevin L Cole : : Bird Poems : :”

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