Groups of robin eggs
Always delighted
The observer
With young pine climbing.
What better to see
Than eggs?
What better to see
Then sky blue?
Do all moments
Have to be? How?
Every past
Sky blue egg
She climbed to see
Killed me,
An eggshell at a time.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/14/08
Love and {{{{hugs}}}}
Leland