“Mourning” by Marianne Worthington

I crave light, the moonface
in daytime, some sun

to fracture another ragged
day. Long past midnight

I remembered to fill
the feeder. My porch

is a watchtower
of cold and stars.

At daylight a house
finch, a redbird, a titmouse

were taking turns
at breakfast, charitable

as the clouds binding
the morning sky.

-Marianne Worthington

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