Gratitude

Crisp day snow crunching as I walk Rosy cheeks, from the air that bites Flakes of snow, flying like kites I am busy here, no time to talk. Little red squirrel nestling in the pines Silence around except for the crunching snow Burdened branches that are straining, lay low Winters snowfall can be solemn at times. Things look different with a blanket on top Although the sights have been seen before Everything looks magnified, right done to the core Mounds of snow on roofs, icicles starting to drop. Found some tracks amongst the trees Mother deer and her small doe, They weren’t bothered, snow on their nose Standing in snow drifts up to their knees. Two cardinals perching, happy to be together Snowy owl hoots from a broken down fence Starring at me, trying to make some sense Why I’m out here in this kind of weather. I brought some food for my winter friends It serves me well to know they are contented Happy with what has been presented They get the message that it sends. Chowing down some seeds, that I laid out Little do they know they’ll be fed tomorrow, Seeing them cold and hungry, brings sorrow They’ll are well cared for no doubt. Little bird houses all trimmed and hung Each with their own window and door, And some straw blankets the floor Time to give back for the songs they sung.