Momma Scout

Just yesterday upon my deck
appeared a traveling finch.
She sat below the feeder tube
and looked up toward deepest blue.
I tried to tell her sweetest spring
had not arrived here yet,
but she remained to eat the bay
content, with her return.

Today upon my wooden deck
five inches lay of virgin snow,
surrounding grounds are carpeted
by heaven’s winter pile.
The world is layered endless white,
the snowbirds come then leave–
I wonder where the finch has perched
to watch this final winter show.

Fly south sweet finch and wait a while
for winter’s power reigns here still–
Come back in yet a few tomorrows
when spring shall be supreme.
The feeder green upon this deck
awaits here just for you–
I promise to your clan and self
sweet seed, my love, and prayers.

©Copyright 2007 Joanne Tolles