A Good Perch for a Small Bird

Silvers, greens, and blues
Shape the spring palette
In the high country,

Where you acknowledge
By genuflection
Here to all people

With greater power,
Cultural prestige,
Or resources, yet

Not so fortunate
As to share this scene
On this given day,

That you’ve been lucky
To reach these few hours
Of quiet content,

Still breathing, not too
Terribly broken,
Not aching, well fed,

When the early spring
Snowmelt and bird songs
Shine silver, blue, green.