Mates for Life

[carahmellow]

Mates for Life

Our cardinals have returned
to the battered boxwood
outside the kitchen window.

She's a lovely
muted brown; he stands out
robustly red.

Hidden inside by our window
we marvel at how they work
with shared purpose

gathering sticks and stems
from frigid ground
to build a sturdy nest.

We cheer on the urgency
of their song
their call and response

singing life into the yard.
They remind me, darling
of what we are.

This might be my favorite poem that I have read on this forum. I absolutely love it... it's so sweet.