A
Sonnet
They sometimes sit in what they
call the sunroom
with its walls of windows, just to
talk
and watch the sparrows chase the
darkening gloom
of clouds and rain. It’s like the
birds just knock
upon the feeder’s door and seeds come
out
to them, and soon the darkness
somehow turns
a little lighter and she almost
shouts
with simple happiness. He always
learns
a little more about her love of
life, the way
she smiles and sometimes laughs to
see those birds
beside the windows. Life, for her, is
a ballet
of revelations, and when she talks,
her words
work wonders on a rainy day. Their
sunroom’s bright
when she and birds assemble with
their light.
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