Breathless and beautiful ,

The freedom of falling.

A black-capped chickadee ,

taking flight.

For the tribes travel together.

First the finches,

Then the chickadees.

What abundance!

Honeysuckle,

Pansies and daisies.

Going hand in hand ,

Sitting by the Chickadee’s nest.

The wild-berries ,

Carefully held in the beak of the bird.

Nesting and nuzzling ,

in the heart of the tree.

A pompous gesture,

Thrown off by the silver birch.

Where the chickadees are descending,

Fluttering and flapping their wings.

They take their flight ,

soaring in the air.

For they fly ,

above the landscape;

Beneath their streaky plumage.

And they finally land ,

On a cherry blossom tree.

Underneath their tiny feet ,

The branches of the tree blossom.

Leaving a season behind;

An enticing early spring…..

                                                                                                                         Ela