I watch a wavering wind whisk through
Our crooked wooden gate
Sky's paper white, a weather coup
Shakes snow in sifted flakes

Strawberries buried shallow peek
Their crimson leaves ablaze
Plant sorcery in doublespeak
Contrasting with days gray

I hear the sacred six chimed song
The cold air orchestrates
To make my ears see feathered swan
Upon an ice glazed lake

I watch the hibernating trees
As naked to the bone
As hard cracked glaciers northern freeze
Can make one feel alone

I watch the feeders sway in time
With early morning's clock
Tuxedoed suits fly to this shrine
Seed shopping in small flocks

And in my house I feel unbound
From past life snowy qualms
And start to feel as free as they
Unsentimental calm


Written by Sara Fielder © Jan 2016