On the Fence {a poem}

Puffed, plumed
Perching, searching, waiting
Anticipating the promised spring

I can't help but wonder what this mountain bluebird was pondering as he sat upon our fence throughout the frigid 14 degree (F) Resurrection Sunday morning. Though they are a harbinger of spring on our homestead, the bluebirds will have to (for now) make due with a view of snow. All of us - the people and critters of our homestead alike, I do think - trusting that wildflowers are indeed on the way.


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