Looking out the window
on a sunny February day,
the white snow in the yard blinds me.
Eyes lift and I sink into the deep darkness
Of the woods beyond.
Then… pulled back by stripey,
brown-winged birds at the feeder,
I remember the red of the cardinal
who visits from time to time,
and thrill at the yellow flash of the
grosbeak flock engulfing the feeder,
while chickadees dart in and out between.
In my heart, I feel all the colors
of the world have come to
this quiet place in the hills,
so many species gathering
to peacefully share the buffet.
Caro m t, Walden
This poem was written for the Verse-Village celebration of April Poetry Month.
