Cardinal
Bright red flash against
the snow-filled trees,
the cardinal comes to rest
in a shower of white.
He trembles on a limb,
black eyes darting,
searching for something
to eat in the bleak landscape.
Nearby, his mate waits
patiently, unobtrusive in
her somber browns.
He flits, one branch
to another, still for a minute.
Then he takes wing,
and the streak of red
momentarily brightens
the world of white.
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2023
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