Saturday, January 26, 2013

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,
With icy patience,
For a new day.

Of course 
The Sun 
Had to have 
The last laugh



Good words describing the world of snow and birds. Nice captured image. Enjoyed. -- barbara

Brian Miller said...

ha. the sun had the last laugh...we have snow here as well...just tossed some old muffins out for the birds to have something to munch the life/nature you capture...

Red said...

Very poetic description of a cold winter morning.

Raajii said...

You painted this picture so beautifully :-)

Granny Annie said...

And the drama infolds with captured attention.

kenju said...

Lovely. I could never speak so poetically.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

You have a wonderful way with worda :)
Just gray and rainy here in the

Kat said...

I love the shadows in the top pic and the snow on the sun in the bottom pic. Excellent!

Hilary said...

I felt like I was right there with you. Thanks for that.

Dave King said...

Splendid, but the really shouldn't have laughed: he should have applauded the poetry that had welcomed his arrival. I did!

kerrdelune said...

Oh Tabor, this is grand.....

Pauline said...

I love the way, with a few well chosen words, you can paint an entire day's worth of mind pictures.