blue skies crystal clear sparking skies blue, that shade of blue
only found in nests nests carefully woven by design
with delicate brittle twig by design constructed by tiny beak and claw stitch perfect to house jelly-bean sized eggs, painted in such a striking blue
suddenly, off the coast rumbling up to meet the season blew icy winds heaving mighty over white-capped waters plowing into cliffs up green valley from bodega town
panels of corrugated tin from an abandoned greenhouse decorated the silent deserted driveway
who lived here, i wonder
what merciless wind blew love through them like cold metal through a fragile heart
crashing them to the ground