Poetic Earth

Where the Cardinals Live

In a wooded covered dwelling,
where four seasons seem to touch,
there’s a quiet commotion
that stirs just enough.

An appearance often tied
to serendipity and sign,
symbols of gentle growth
woven softly through time.

Too many to count,
buzzing about,
life dancing through the day.
And a flash of red
returns again,
a visitor along the way.

You’ve seen it before,
and you’ll always know
when a cardinal flies close your way.

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