by Cynthia Staples
Into the branches of the towering oak
I saw first the cardinal with feathers brilliant red
Then followed soon the jay bird with feathers turquoise blue
Next the crow with feathers black like bins of charcoal dust
And last the doves with pale heads raised
Dark eyes sparkling in the dying light.
Cynthia Staples is a writer and photographer living in Somerville, Massachusetts. Her photography is mostly food and nature-themed. Perhaps one day she will do a fashion shoot of a picnic in the woods.
This poem originally appeared in issue 7.