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