Out of my kitchen window I see; An ocean of white waves, so still so
clean, so peaceful. Stark bare trees against a pale blue sky, Pine trees
standing like lonely, colonial ladies wrapped in ermine.
Weeds and small bushes covered with a glaze of ice, lacy and sparkling in
the sun like handfuls of diamonds. Eaves of the roof lined with long frozen tears.
The bird feeder, host to saucy blue and grey Jays, a pair of red Cardinals with
their perky topknots feast on the cracked corn and sunflower seeds. A Downey
Woodpecker and silly tiny Nuthatchers scamper up and down the tree trunk,
hunting for insects and larvae. They ignore the feeder tray except for a few
pecks at the suet ball.
Busy little brown Sparrows on the ground, pick up seeds scattered by the
other birds, always keeping a bright eye on the look-out for feline intruders.
Even tho' the Mourning Dove cannot be seen, his soft, lonesome cry brings
tears to my eyes. A surprise visit by a big Ring-necked Pheasant and a
graceful farewell flight in search of a nearby cornfield for food and shelter.
Thick threads of wire, lacing the air, barely noticeable at other times. Roof
smoking with steam and snow. An unseen jet chalking up the sky.
Here I am, lingering at my window, marveling at things so beautiful that only
God could create them.
Dorthy Marston was susi Taylor's sister
© By Dorothy Marston (Texaswishr@aol.com)