Winter Wings

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.

Isabel Nee

Isabel Nee loves reading, writing, science, birds, and mythology. She sporadically practices archery, and is known to research rare genetic disorders which she then inflicts on her characters. Isabel has had prose and poetry published in elementia magazine and Showcase Selections ~ 2016. She is currently writing a YA fantasy novel, and hopes to some day become a professional novelist. Isabel lives in Kansas where she hatches chickens and (she would like to think) great ideas.