I hear the birds’ chatter high in the trees,
And the frurr-frurr of their wings as they fly,
The bright colors of cardinals I see,
Vivid against snowy trees and pale sky.
O, how blue the jay and black the grackle,
How brilliantly red the kinglet’s head,
As they perch in fir and cedar, their cackles
Ringing forth, over snow marked by their tread.
The evergreens bow their snow laden tops,
Deciduous trees’ branches sheathed in ice
Glow with reflected light, making the copse
Burn fire bright, though the world’s held in cold vice.
Then birds lift off the branches in swift flight,
Leaving in snow, imprint of wings so light.