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The Grand Finale of Winter

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Photo by: cmesker

 

The Grand Finale of Winter

The trees drip

with Spring, flash

pale yellow wing

of busy goldfinch

pining for sun to glow

them bright against

dead hue of snow hill

where sharp beaks

peck little seed

in bill bursting

song dreams.


Missy R. Rogers

February 20, 2019

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About missyrogers

Lifelong Michigander, early 40s, craft addict, chihuahua collector, coffee drinker, recovering human being, bipolar I, electronic music lover, bullshit caller, 5' tall, my blood is organic, and I refuse to be anything else. I will write until I die.

Discussion

5 thoughts on “The Grand Finale of Winter

  1. Lovely!!

    Posted by debipilkington | February 20, 2019, 5:23 pm
  2. Beautiful! We have been visited by both blue jays and a lady cardinal lately so your poem is very timely!

    Posted by cathylapointeblundypoet | February 20, 2019, 7:30 pm
    • Thank you, Cathy! I saw the birds at my feeders today and was inspired. I haven’t been good at feeding them regularly but they have been coming in the last few days: cardinals, jays, woodpeckers, finches of different kinds, mourning doves, juncos. Still waiting to see that first robin though!

      Posted by missyrogers | February 21, 2019, 3:31 am

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