A Lapwing calls
To her three little graces
Mirth, to make me glad
Makes me smile in the morning
Elegance, admiring
the swirl of her crest
Beauty, the sheen of her coat
Royal purple,
and the deepest green
Of sublime serene.
The Maple is in full leaf now
On the edge of the windy meadow
Roars softly in the breeze
The sound of the ocean
Swallows are seqrching
Twisting and turning
In its gentle shadow
#CoSopoetry