Powdered Wings

Skipping  through daisies
dodging rain drop crystals
what a life, full of joy and danger
cheering all who see
powdered wings and rhythmic comfort
beneath  stormy clouds.
Your brood  gone before
hiding in the eves........
behind  kitchen curtains,
spinning webs, dreams
of summer days and roses,
wile away winter days,
wait for open windows
welcoming  another year.