Red Birdfeeder
On my usual perch
at my computer
I sit alone today
gazing out the window
on a winter world
of numbing brown and gray.
Touches of green
provide slim respite
from the cloddish chill of day.
Arched wild onion tops
cede to the west wind
in fluttery eastward sway.
Feathered friends flock
to a red metal seed tray
warm in their covering
of myriad bright array
to lend glossy pigment
in a full winged ballet.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2015
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