BIRDS IN THE BIRCHES
I watched a cloud of redpoles
fattening high up in the birches
Barely bending a branch
And while I couldn’t quite focus my eye to count their feathers
A flock of falling catkins landed on the snow
As plain as doves.
I watched a cloud of redpoles
fattening high up in the birches
Barely bending a branch
And while I couldn’t quite focus my eye to count their feathers
A flock of falling catkins landed on the snow
As plain as doves.