One crow
and a dusting of snow
carefully curated to cover
blacktop, olive lawn, shed shingles
enough to say
'Yes, there is snow in winter, Virginia . . .'
One crow
and a dusting of snow
carefully curated to cover
blacktop, olive lawn, shed shingles
enough to say
'Yes, there is snow in winter, Virginia . . .'
The cold has come again
punctuated by crows and chickadees.
The time has come again
to take down the warming red
Christmas bows on outdoor greens,
and note the absence of red berries
harvested by migrating birds,
and confess that it's well past
the winter solstice . . .
but there is solace in the same.
Business as usual
unaware of the calendar
a squirrel starts and stops
pokes his nose
between the arms of oak leaves
hoping . . .
Raindrops instead of snow:
know I must be getting older
because rain's just fine
even at Christmas time
a bit of warmth to kindle
holiday hopes
for peace
and good will.
first flurries
predicted . . promised
vaguely showing on the
national weather service radar
declined to show in person
not even a cameo appearance
against the gray
first of November sky
eagles bank over the pond for a last look . . .
mallards flock into spinning, clattering fleets . . .
geese conference on every lawn . . .
hawks hover above high-tailed chipmunks . . .
one hummingbird nectars at the last red honeysuckle . . .
. . . time to get ready . . .
. . . time to move on . . .
. . . time to whisk away on the whistling wind . . .
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