Your winter walk is much nicer than mine.
The sun shining on snow all around
with your branches, the perfect setting
for cardinals and others out getting
their food as best they can
taking a living off the frozen land.
But I sit and watch the rain come down
through my window in a far western town
where the white is all gone
but the moss is quite green.
Here I have left the leaves
for the shuffling towhees
and others out getting their meals
off a well soaked land where just last week,
on a rare sunny morn, a chickadee ate seeds
out of the palm of my hand just inches
from my beating pulse.