Looking out the wondow
on a brillian winter’s day
full of blue sky
sunshine
and flowers.
A crimson rosella
whips into view
delighting
in the flowering rosemary
while its mate
emerges from the photinia.
They are a crowning glory
on this view
of beauty and peace.
And with a flap of wings
they’re gone.
Ah, the joy
of this vision!
livedgospel 
Nice poem. We had a few robbin type birds following us on different days to catch the insects we disturbed. Very beautiful !