These days are the January doldrums for me
The mid-winter “blahs”
Trees—bare boned and sleeping still
And me feeling sluggish too…
Shades of gray dominate many days
But if one looks closely
The subtlety of the season holds beauty for the focused eye…
An angry kinglet with a ruby crown,
Sassy titmouse perky gray and skulking thrasher brown
Constantly curious
Bawdy blue jay rancor and self-proclaiming din
Cardinals flashing brightest red and a flicker flashing gold
Paint a plumaged palette that colors winter’s cold
1 comment:
I enjoyed your beautiful poem and the quotes, especially Anne Frank's.
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