Verdin, desert and thorn.
Poem about the tiny Verdin who nests in thorny thickets, written for Top Tweet Tuesday on Twitter.
The verdin rests upon the branch of a sun's ray,
grasps one hot berry, makes the most of her thicket and thorn,
nest and song in palo verde under a glare that inches
across the long haze of an afternoon,
the deep shade awaited, darkbloom where
the velvet mesquite mothers fish hook and prickle,
then night and the verdin rests upon the bough
of the lone cry of a coyote, and yet, so palled,
I know that in memory, at least, the sky remains blue,
and that when given only thicket and thorn,
that I will still make the most of it.
Image of little verdin from here: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Verdin