The colors of this late winter day
Are muted.
Ashy snow-threatening sky
White birch trees stand tall
Planted in the dirty snow.
Even the pine trees exude
A verdant boredom.
Then a flash of red sparks
Through the air.
Then a second
And a third.
Three wondrously colored
Cardinals alight on the
Cold.
I watch them flit from
Tree to tree.
Their delicate winged ballet
Enthralling me.
Reminding me that
Spring is not far away.