by Janice L. Freytag
I watch the sparrows so many this year play in the lady’s thumb weeds, flitting up to land on the pink florets, riding gravity down to the lawn, doing it again and again little children
I do not wish they would do more than what they do, enjoy lady’s thumb as I enjoy them, as angels enjoy me, as all our telescoping obscurities ride the weeds from heaven back to earth again and again
Janice L. Freytag currently resides in Souderton, PA, but she has lived and worked in several different countries. She began writing poetry in earnest after returning from a difficult experience in Bosnia. She is an avid gardener and draws much inspiration from her little suburban backyard. In addition to poetry, she has written and directed four children’s musicals.
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