Snowflakes
Circling
Round and round
Falling toward
Frozen grass
Too cold out
For human hands
Tiny birds
Swooping
Up and down
Trees to feeder
Feeder to ground
Feathers puffed
White bellies shining
In contrast with
Gray skies
Gray bark
All but one…
Its red feathers
Radiant against
The wintry scene
Its red crest
Held high thru
The winter storm
The temperature in my little corner of Oklahoma today is a whopping 5 degrees. The windchill is -16. Winds are howling, and snow is blowing. But the birds still flit in the backyard. Our feeders are full, thanks to my sweetie. 💙❄️🌬
Piano Girl 
Wow. Stay safe and warm.
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Thanks, Cindy. We are snuggled in. 😊
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Such a beautiful descriptive poem about what you’re experiencing! I see it and hear it all in my mind’s eye. ❤️❄️🙏🏻
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Thank you, Carrie! ☺️
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Brrr! We are still fortunate to have milder temperatures than usual at this time of year. My feeder is yet to be up. Beautiful poem, love the cardinal reference! They do make a statement even without a word!!
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Thank you, Mary. We are not used to temps quite this cold! 😉
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The wondrous contrasts and colours of winter
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It is beautiful…and cold. 😉❄️
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I like the beautiful but not the cold
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Lovely. ❤️ (Our feeders are full thanks to my husband, too! We have so much fun watching those birds. And the squirrels! This is a new activity for us.) 😁
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Thank you. ☺️ They are fun to watch!
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I love winter. What an excellent image you’ve painted for us.
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Thank you, Tara. ❤️❄️
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Burrr! Sounds like a good day to read a book or write a poem.❤️
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