|Photo and free verse poem by Lin Floyd|
Little dove sitting huddled on a bare branch,
feathers fluffed against the biting winter winds,
how do you survive season after season?
Watching out for hungry hawks searching
for a tasty tidbit, finding a mate then nesting
nearby continues the wonder of new life.
Year after year, your routine doesn't vary,
patterns planted by nature over time
written in your DNA and instincts forever.
I too cling to old patterns and routines,
day after day seeking comfort and warmth
from winter's vicissitudes and daily trials.
I long for spring and new growth to return
as winter birds wait to sing their mating songs.
Summer will return with its promises.