Tuesday Twofer

Bird, Gone (for Maya Angelou)

the bone,
scaffolding,
the flesh,
a cage

uncaged thus,
then Bird soars,
below,
the world atwitter

taken to wing,
in silence, she says,
so she, ascending,
might hear the voice of God

     Ladson 2014

Haiku #25

A goldfinch atop

a young crape myrtle, afloat

in a spring green sea.

     

     Lyman 2020