Birds in Winter
- Heather J. Willis
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Snow drapes through the forest,
A white sheer
Veiling trunks, gray,
Giants emerging like shadows
behind filmy white,
Crisp, cold, quiet.
Birds stitch a seam
Across a cotton duvet;
Their tiny claw prints disappear
Beneath the next layer of frosting
Along with the seeds
They instinctively sought.
A feathered ball balances
On a sugared branch,
puffy and warm.
His chest warbles
One cheery whistle defying
Snow’s power to muffle sound.
His song of hope echoes
Through the somber tomb.
Beneath his victorious perch
A cardinal’s lost feather
Lies upon the snow
Like a small red wound.
by Heather J. Willis, author
