Sunday, August 30, 2020
SKY COLD BLUE
Sky cold blue,
snow a foot deep.
I am feeding
the birds who are
cold blue too, who
are fluffed on their
perches, waiting.
My fingers are
cold blue and numb.
Sun off the snow
is blinding, yet
hope will go on
into darkness,
as we do not
give up, those who
leave these seeds for
others, those who
gather them up.
