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.