Two cardinals hover,
In warm morning light,
Twirling to old lands,
Crimson wings alight.
~
Rolled clouds move swiftly,
Ready to burst forth,
White manna poured out,
Paint on rusted earth.
~
Bird chirps cease,
Hidden crickets quell.
~
The warm red feathers,
Loosing foggy breath,
Warmth sought inside holes,
Life hiding from death.
~
By next cold sunset,
A cardinal flew away,
Shivering alone,
The snow’s price was paid.
It snowed here recently. As a result, I saw wildlife get covered in it. The image of Spring life covered with snow was an incongruity I couldn’t ignore.
– Frank Ormond
Nice poem. The picture is beautiful as well. 🙂
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