Thursday, January 8, 2015

Winter’s Breath





The feeders hanging outside are full
in contrast to the lorn winter scape -
dozens of birds, of all sorts, gathering
to partake frantically, as they dart in; perch
and then fly off again - unto the freezing air;
a depot of visitors arriving and departing
at the cold station stop.


The white coverings are an alluring premise
against the alarming howl of the north winds -
that chill the very life out of the tree limbs
and the grayness across the low horizon
dims the light away from  the eye's demure;
as each heart beat lengthens in-between the minutes
for winter’s breath wrests at the hearth;  the aging bear must sleep.










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