The Wren from Carolina

Wren at My Window


she scans

snowbanks

just outside

my window.

seeds, nuts, 

the mealworms

she craves

laid out on

frozen linen

in winter white,

our sun so pale

it cannot coax

suspended

icicles

 to

drip 

a

drop


For the Record,
This day came in with frigid cold and weather advisories to protect against the dangerous windchill. A winter mix threatens for the weekend bringing roof collapsing rain on top of feet of snow.

zzzzzzzzz

All hands healing