By Marie-Louise Meyers

Easter tide came and went 

with its statuesque bunnies and vivid ribbons 

on baskets rent

with many regrets of daffodils now spent.

Mother’s Day tulips past their prime,

even wisteria on the decline.

Still no summer blast could deter a finch

picking up a vivid purple ribbon on the wing

weaving a nest between twigs and seasonal gaps

with a feathery haze of wisteria preserved 

in a grassy and straw bassinet;

amazed at her grasp of worms grazing, interweaving 

between the pastured buttercups and violets.