Tiny Wren
This morning
when the mist disappeared
I heard wrestling in the litter under the hedge of dormant rhododendrons,
and I thought spring is here.
Hear the busy, tiny birds.
And I thought of you without the cover of a grey sky.
How you will find a shadow
to slip inside until your dark period is done.
Image: Youth Mourning, Sir George Clausen, 1916
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C. Jean Downer writes traditional whodunits with a magical twist. She's a self-proclaimed expert in the field, with thousands of mystery books, television episodes, and movies to her reading and viewing credit. Even her family refuses to watch mysteries with her because of her gifts of deduction unless she zips it. If she was younger and braver, she'd trade her Ph.D. for a PI in a heartbeat! C’est la vie. Downer is the author of Lies Are Forever, the first book of the Sloane West Mysteries, and a published poet. She lives in White Rock, British Columbia, with her wife of twenty-plus years, their two fabulous daughters, two lazy dogs, and three chill cats.
