Winter waves

 cold bird


Blue Norther,

Winters last gasp.

Waves of roaring wind,

Ocean sounds,

Never liked the sound of waves

Always drained me.

Makes me shiver,

Pull the covers closer.

Snuggle with my

Living hot water bottle.

Dog pressed into

My belly tight.

Morning brings

Clockwise circle of birds.

Taking turns on the feeder,

Eating through the cold,

Chirping despite the gusts.

Makes me pursue,

Push toward,

Chase after,



On this March morning.