winter bird song Jan 30, '09 3:44 PM


The ground is covered with snow,

in the distance  in the winter bareness of the trees,
a Finch sings its winter song,

the sun slants through beveled

glass spraying the floor with a kaleidoscope of prism colors
like a mini rainbow.

In restlessness of a cold january day.

I too await the coming of winters end.
This day with the sun and the bird song makes me feel .
I can go fore a walk and clear my mind. I shall take my time.

and not rush into things unknown.

tomorrow is another day and another way.

as all things unfold to show me.

the next scene the next play.



LYN©