A Saturday Morning

battered branches

litter the brown earth

snow frozen and thawed and

frozen again

brown ponds of frozen ice

deer search for meager

meal amidst leafless bushes

and all creation seems to

sag

the earth is tired

beneath a pale winter sun

 

then quicksilver

bright

topknots jaunty

quail

skitter through the bleakness

excited over

some invisible feast

and scatter again chattering

leaving joy in their path