Welcoming

I went to the window

expecting to watch the clouds

reflect the glory of a new day.

But, it is a cloudless morning.

I will not complain!

My attention was quickly captured

by three little birds flitting around

in the sparse branches of a nearby tree.

They had a familiar size and shape.

As more light filtered through the branches,

dark silhouettes became tinged with red.

They may have been House Finches.

I like the idea of being greeted by them,

as I settle into my new treehouse.