continues, a season much colder longer
this year, another year
older, colder, and the small birds that
flock to my feeder
puff themselves up to stay warm while
they patiently wait
their turn to select a seed and fly
off to eat it in peace
in the warmth of a winter fir, to
return again, puffed up
and patient, waiting, much as we
all do, watching
and warm inside our homes and
ourselves, waiting
our turns and the change of seasons
ahead.
No comments:
Post a Comment