The birds of winter—-
Those delightful wandering large and small birds
Filling the air with their gossip and chatter
Shining brightly there in the sky
Filling our lawn with their busy searching and scratching
Then suddenly lifting up in a huge swoosh of wings
The tap-tap tapping on the bark of the very old Cottonwood tree fills the cold winter air
A blackbird, of some sort, rests in the branches waiting for submissive sun take back the sky from clouds
The crows tell all the secrets of the land.
Thank Heavens for the winter birds. They make my winter life ever so much better.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,