Cold Winter Is Not Forever

Within the oak tree, I have settled here Whilst aureate sun peeks between the leaves. My chirping song is heard roosting from top; Can you see me; beguiling is the day. Inherent nature's rhyme, a placid scene. Winter has passed its chilling visit. Spring with twelve hours daylight, nights my shortest. I am three years old with reddish-orange breast, Unbound and quintessential of them all. Tugging squirmy earthworms out of the ground. Cherubic is the flanking mockingbird Has alone flown away now is silent. I rule the passing hours of night and day. Good-bye, good-bye the fiddle months last flit. Summer nearly done, Autumn outburst late With fruit bayberry, cherry, pyracanth; Around the lattice to set pudgy grapes Budding flowers for fructifying bees. Lingering on a branch plume with winter First snow my wings are spread quickly, fly off. A glow of warmth I bring on winter's day! 1/27/2023 Winter is not Forever Poetry Contest Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley