Up and down, ROUND and around
The birds jockey for position
They hop up the chain link fence,
As easily as if up a STAIR
They perch on a post, making like a SERIF
Constant motion, kaleidoscopic color
Against the stark winter landscape
I watch their exits and entrances
Through a SCRIM of snow on the screen,
While on the other side of the fence,
Deer (who must endlessly search
for a SPRIG to eat)
Watch with envy as the birds
Enjoy a free lunch

Georg’ann

Snow falls, wind chimes ring
HOUSE warm, still. SPARK stove for soup.
Herbs in pot, cut SPRIG.

Heather