Bird in Winter
That bird out there, he thinks it’s Spring!
In frigid frost his pipes do sing.
Through the dark night he carries his tune.
As morn reveals the barren waste, he croons.
He seems unaffected by Winters’ harshness.
Does he not see the bare trees leafless?
He chirps on though cold he must be.
Does he not pine for food for his family?
This bird in Winter I would be …
To sing in a blanched world the Spring of eternity.
To chirp and tweet the cold night through,
‘Til morn reveals the Beauty True.
***I came downstairs one below freezing morning last month, and a bird outside was “singing loud for all to hear!” (movie Elf reference:) I love birds. Don’t you?
*****Though the book was nearly finished, I just had to include this poem in my recent book of poetry, Words On A Line. It would make a great gift for anyone you know who enjoys poetry!