Birds in Winter

Birds In Winter

A flash of blue in a dim brown tree,

Or a redwing against the snow,

Brings a moment's pleasure

So rare in Winter's flow.

Driven south by mighty winds,

Only a few remain

To greet the dismal mornings,

Or sing a bright refrain.

Bird feeders full and ready,

I watch them every day;

They come and eat and trill

And in thanks for them I pray.

© Alys

08 January 2006