Waiting For An Open Door...

This photo was taken today by Tess Kincaid and posted on her Facebook page.  I couldn't help but write a quick poem, and with her permission I'm posting it here.  Poor little bird flew into her French doors, she said.  I've had that happen here, but my doors weren't French, and the sparrow who gonged himself managed to "flutter" it off and fly away.  Many thanks, Tess!

Photo ©2011 Tess Kincaid

portal 

before my 

eyes glaze, 

warmth cools, 

colors pale; 

before we 

finish dinner

swallow wine, 

spin fables; 

dust the crumbs 

from my chin, 

tidy my tie, 

hold the mirror 

of dignity 

close to 

my face 

for 

one 

last 

glance. 

Poem © 2011 R. Burnett Baker