A trio of trials. A trio of helpers. A trio of gifts. They follow her through relentless imprints through the longest of nights.
She refuses to cut the fast way out.
She refuses to uncork the chemical fix.
She refuses to call the online hope wrapped round despair.
Instead she conjures the avian creatures from beyond the pane in the darkest hour.
gleam mercurial on the feeder sparrow
skim between cracks a wagtail glimmer
squawk through swoop a gull segues light
at a fingertip
from dust of an unlit wick
a triple flicker
note: title taken from Shakespeare sonnet 22