ONE CHANCE AT LOVE

I heard a small chickadee.

She was perched in some brambles.

Thorns aplenty guarded her.

She and her song were secure.



She was stunningly pretty.

Her sweet song beckoned to me.

Her appearance ushered in

a fine Spring beyond compare.



Last Spring has come and faded

into memories so great.

I haven't seen my chickadee.

I hope that she is faring well.