My Island Home

I grew up on this tiny little island, where sun
filtered through green,

leaflets of gossamer, where quills brimmed
in breeze, found feather bouquet,

where paws skittered in snow, gray squirrel
ballet, where wings fluttered toward feeder,

buffet for chickadee, where change reflected
through glass, window of seasons,

where wind chime coined melodies and soul
lit verse, where daybreak to gloaming

healing came first, in this tiny little sunroom,
my island home.