Aubade, with Feathers

This entry is part 6 of 95 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Winter 2010-11


Because we’ve loved,
the soft calls and dark
moving forms of sparrows

at dawn seem covert,
even illicit— Furtive
like some joys

tasted on the wing,
keen in their retreat
as any bladed thing.

Luisa A. Igloria

Borrowing lines from the Morning Porch entry for December 17.

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