At Dusk by Martha Christina

When I look out
through the new
leaves of the
weeping cherry,
trying to locate
the cardinals who
have suddenly
so much to say,
I see not the usual
evening squirrels
at the base of
the bird feeder,
but a squirrel-sized
rabbit, settled
among the daffodils.
Its eye is on me,
for this moment,
removed from grief,
and grateful.



Martha Christina is a frequent contributor to Brevities. Longer work appears in Innisfree Poetry Journal, Naugatuck River Review, earlier postings of Red Eft Review, and most recently in Star 82 Review, and Crab Orchard Review. She has published two collections: Staying Found (Fleur-de-lis Press) and Against Detachment (Pecan Grove Press).