future joy

I knew in late fall
that branches cut
from the mugos
would make a fine
brush pile
and I knew the joy I was
pushing into the future
would be there when bunny rabbit
and chickadee took refuge there
through the night and in the storm
This morning I found the joy
that I had planted in my winter garden
... footprints
...and a chickadee who flew out from the branches
as I came near

tulip poplar

I'll take it-
this little bit of color along the path
If I look up all I can see is the gray sky
not even a fluffy cloud to cheer me
The chickadees are flitting about
hiding seeds...what do they know?
A new sparrow has arrived with a gray chest
I should know his name by now..but
like latin names for plants...I care only to
know them by their beauty...for it is a fleeting moment
this joy that shoots an arrow into me
as they cross my path
Ah...the tulip poplar leaf...I remember when I saw your
first blossom this year....another moment of joy
in my Open Bar of Joy
rest my dear lady Autumn is leaving
sleep the deep sleep of winter
I will watch over you from the kitchen window
hang a feeder in your loving branches
sleep

Let there be light,I mean seed

The chickadees love my chandelier birdfeeder
I place seed in the candle cups
and they flit in and out of it until
the squirrel sees it....game ender
My kitty Boo likes it too
especially now that I've moved it closer to the window
Can you see the lone chickadee resting between nibbles?