Jenny wren

when she was young

she asked her husband to build her

a tiny Jenny Wren house

painted blue as a summer sky

a small dowel rod for a front porch

hung it in the old apple tree

every spring she watched

tiny wrens move in

once a storm took down the old tree and

she rehung it on an abandoned clothes line pole

her husband died last year

but she still peers out their window

waiting for renters to come by

her tiny birdhouse

…blue as a winter sky

11-18-23