A Poem by Joanna M. Weston

I Meant to Tell You      

in my last letter
about the downy woodpecker
that hit the window
and lay stunned
on the door-step
wings outspread
each marking clear

how we stood
behind the window
hoped and prayed
that wings would stir

we returned to the window
again  and again

the fourth time
there was a movement
a lift    a whirr
into flight

I meant to tell you
but I’m too late
- you have gone

Joanna M. Weston is married; has two cats, multiple spiders, a herd of deer, and two derelict hen-houses.  Her middle-reader, ‘Those Blue Shoes', published by Clarity House Press; and poetry, ‘A Summer Father’, published by Frontenac House of Calgary. Her eBooks found at her blog:
http://www.1960willowtree.wordpress.com/