Weather Change {a #poem}
birds top right and center….from our deck jlc
The chickadees chatter
and chirrup
“a cheep, cheep
chick-a-dee-dee!”
bullying for position
on the fence post.
There’s an argument
about breakfast
and who goes first
and “hey, no cuts!”
Doesn’t matter there’s an
over-spilling
feeder full of seeds–
all the birds are hungry.
It’s a change-of-weather
morning where the dew
rests in places
normally occupied by sunshine,
his arc lower in the sky
by several degrees,
chair cushions stashed in view
of a threat of rain (really?)
And a new
chill in the air–
a reminder of last-year-this-time
like an old dream of
seasons before,
coming on the morning
of a new awakening.
