Feathered Tulips in a Tree

Mesquite leaves unfurl like ferns

Tender green feathers on tree bones

Goldfinches cling to half-naked twigs

Burnished gold against the gray

Yellow breasts ablaze

Feathered tulips in a tree.

~Kathie Adams Brown (March 21, 2013)

The Mourning Dove's Song

In early morning, or late in the day

I hear the soft, mournful tones

from the lavender breast of a stone-colored dove.

It is a soothing song in this suburban landscape,

a reminder of wild things in wilder places

where I once lived and loved

and my heart roamed free.

It is a pleasant song calling me

Home.

~Kathie Adams Brown  (March 21, 2013)