Charm Jar

I have been keeping

gratitude

locked

in an air-tight

 glass mason jar

each moment

leaned against

words of another

folded

in on itself
as exhausted wings
in tupor

the vaseline glass

tube feeder

rests

near a crowd

 of my intentions

they flit and flutter

like Ruby-throated

hummingbirds

waiting to be fed

I lure them in
one by one
with
sugar water 
ink

I lay them
on top of the other
for safekeeping

I keep
my poorwill
hibernating
through
the eternal winter


Until the verdant time
when the chirp and trill
break the glass
and I am reminded
of my own
birdsong

NaPoWriMo 2019  Day 9