From My Window
Have you ever noticed how quiet it gets when it snows?
Yet the cardinal sings, unafraid to show himself.
Foraging where the berries grow
The fox awaits, leaving a silent trail of footprints.
I know, though, how busy it is beneath that snow.
So I wait. Watch. Hope. Smile.
- No snow yet in our Capital region, but I have a good memory. Have a fabulous year in the garden, my dear garden friends. - Thea