All the Birds Have Gone

Poem by Sterling N Waterfield

All the Birds Have Gone
A freezing wind cuts through the day
Where there normally would be green there is but white
And all the birds have gone
Where songs would normally fill the air
With their cheerful tune
Now there is silence
And piles of white cover the ground is cold and hard
And all the birds have gone
But what’s this?
A furry nose peeks out
Followed by a tiny rabbit in the distance
An ice-covered pond shimmers all the birds have gone
But what’s that?
Sun pouring through icicles
Casting frivolous reflections on the ground the white canvas glistens
Making its own kind of beauty
Even though all the birds have gone