COLD
The wind today has that
Deep throated cavernous roar
Reaching deep into the woods
Chasing others of it’s kind
Crackling branches tick tack
In the distance straining not to break
Tiny patches of snow huddle on the deck
All blown together by breath
Of passing moon last night
I brave the chill to put out nuts and seed
For doves and jays
Huddling in the branches
Waiting patiently
Feathers all puffed out
Heads tucked in
Waving shadows everywhere
Cut by the suns sharp rays
Unseen ghosts run through
The dry grass in the field next door
Leaving chaos in their wake
The snowy owl down by the beach
Fugitive from the north
Must feel at home today
We walked there yesterday
Waves in turmoil and froth
Left glassy pools on wind blown sand
Ubiquitous gulls absent
Where do they take their
Clacking antisocial ways
In winter gales
To some poor farmers field no doubt
Thankfully only for a day
Coyote and fox come
To the shore sniff and squint
Ears flat they trot off to the safety
Of bush and thicket
The roar returns
Far off now but headed my way
Time for me to scurry back to my fire
Cats motionless in the
Sun’s shards cutting
Through frosted glass
