The winter birds are bold.Showy baubles on the bony fingers
of February trees—
against a backdrop of bolts and bolts
of gray flannel sky.
I watch them as they watch the river.Silver flash of fish
and the brief brightness of
unfiltered sun on the water
blind me into seeing this moment.
These eagles and heronsmake themselves known now,
like the daffodil in Spring—
shocking beauty in the bleak,
a harbinger of awakenings.
I've been in a very mellow place over the last month. Doing what needs to be done, but then taking much repose. Dreaming. Planning for Spring and Summer. Imagining what I want my life to look like and making an effort every day to live that. I am ready for change. I am ready for awakenings.