Winter Color On This Bright Cold Morning

Sunday sonnet

With blue and red, love’s colors in the cold on bluebirds, cardinals, quite nice to see. They flitter ‘round this feeder, oh so bold, through snow and ice carved silver filagree.

A hint of gold when yellow lights a spark and fills those spaces that the snow won’t quite stick to. Green clumps of needles with brown bark when early morning rays shine and alight.

Then quiet, quite slow, flapping of those wings. These bluebirds know that spring is coming soon. Though first, a few snowflakes the winter brings. So eat up birds and sing your soulful tune.

The sun is rising higher in the sky. I feel its warmth and watch the time fly by.

Thank you, Katie Michaelson, and The Daily Cuppa, for publishing these Sunday sonnets. I look forward to writing these poems, and sharing these photos each week.