the hedge branches
making the shrub branches
(as high as a fence!)
look to be filled with starlight
this early predawn morn.
The small birds congregate
in the branches
trill and tremble and teach me
that beauty is a point of view
and nature has what can be construed
as movie backdrops too.
Remove the city from this bucolic equation
and the eyesomeness would be reduced.
Remove the bird thronged branches
and the vista would be poorer still.
The beheld beauty just would not woo
me in this chilly dark before the day.
— Annette Marie Smith
(Poem #4 National Poetry Month)