The Winter Wakes With Some Joyful Sound

Sunday sonnet

A twee- dee- dee-dee echoes out in song from branching lilac canopy above. Below, in snow, where sun won’t shine for long hear coo, coo, cooing of a mourning dove.

A tufted titmouse sings the same old tune. It sits with bright black eyes so patiently. These birds do know that things will change and soon. They still have time to chatter joyfully.

A squirrel stares and squawks though he won’t cheat. He knows the birds will throw him tasty seeds. Communicating much with just a tweet, There’s quite enough right here for all our needs.

These grey birds surely know what’s coming ‘round. Enjoy this late in winter’s joyful sound.

Thank you, Katie Michaelson and The Daily Cuppa for publishing these Sunday sonnets. The critters, thank you too.