Colors fly past
My periphery
Golden browns
And burnt oranges
Sewn together 
With threads of
Yellow and green
A heavy quilt 
Covering the cold
Winter ground-
Tiny feathered creatures 
Rest within the soft
Patchwork 
Until ready
To announce 
Their presence 
Rising and falling 
A mesmerizing 
Magic carpet
Murmuration
All moving 
Together as one