There is no snow here. There are no icicles hanging off the awning. There is no slick sidewalk to navigate on the way to the car. There is no brutal cold or unrelenting wind. There are no snow caves to build. Or even snowmen. There is no blizzard raging outside the windows. The roads are not clogged with cars that have skidded off the road.
I will read about winter instead.
Today the sparrows are wheeling about,
starving after too many days
of sub-zero weather.
I go outside to fill the feeder.
I feel uneasy. The fate of all this
delicate life in the air above us.
Great oaks push their limbs
through gray sky. I raise my arms
high like branches, press against
the threat of storms.
A bird flies toward the window glass,
but turns aside at the last moment.
by Kirsten Dierking, from Northern Oracle
I have officially jumped onto the bird silhouette bandwagon. Actually I was pushed. But now that I’m here I like it. I think I’ll stay awhile.