A precious visitor

She blew in on the South wind
Settling on a branch, twisted dry with time

She found a home where she could rest

Camouflaged against the wall outside number 34

Perched atop gnarled branches in terracotta
Watched over by a Sage in sun-kissed grey

She’ll stay until the next sea breeze, when
she’ll continue her journey
only to pause at some other door.

© 2013 Francesca Muir

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