In honor of the five baby house finches in the nest on my front door wreath, for Day Twenty-Eight of National Poetry Month

little wizened face
ancient wisdom in your eyes
yet you are so new
In honor of the five baby house finches in the nest on my front door wreath, for Day Twenty-Eight of National Poetry Month
little wizened face
ancient wisdom in your eyes
yet you are so new
Headed to see the grand boys today. I’ll be sharing this pic and haiku. I feel the same way about new babies!
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Ramona, this afternoon the baby finches flew out of the nest!! I will not get any more pictures ðŸ˜
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