Perhaps this poem….
opens the red and orange berries
___of the bittersweet vine to cedar waxwings
______that pluck and pass as they line up in a row
spills over its margins like the rose-breasted
___grosbeak’s stream of whistles that crowd
______the cedar waxwings off the vine
huddles alone in a dying pine quiet
___except for the hulk of the ivory-billed woodpecker
______that doffs his flaming crest in vain and fades
Donna O’Connell-Gilmore, poet and psychotherapist, moved to Cape Cod In 2000 to focus more seriously on poetry. She published the chapbook Africa Is the Mother Who Lies in the Grass in 2015 (Sandheap Press). Donna’s poetry has appeared in Willow Springs, Blueline, The Hopper, Off the Coast, and Glassworks.