New Day

The morning began

With sharp shards of light

Slicing cleanly through gray trees

And skidding across the crust of snow.

The sounds of

A white padded room

Filled the air. 

Two red shouldered guardians

Stood watch

On mid-high branches

Patiently waiting

For any opportunity.

Red male cardinals,

Also waiting,

Glowed imperially

Against the gray sky,

Ruby pear-shaped ornaments

tucked in Vs. 

Small brown birds
Remained stiff
As if stuffed with cotton
Hidden under prickly 
Holly leaves

It is a frozen wait,
Endured

With icy patience,

For a new day.

Of course 
The Sun 
Had to have 
The last laugh