The Little Creatures’ Sonnet

On days like this sharp golden breathless one
We stand together on the cycle’s turn
From heat of summer through the quick blown fall
To ice that follows with its own cold burn.
We watch the frantic creatures gather in
Each seed, each insect, every nut they can–
They don’t know that, in deepest Winter’s frost,
If food grows scarce, we have our yearly plan:
A little lake of black oil sunflower seed,
A hill of plastic-wrapped, warm suet cakes,
A door on the garage all bottom-rotted,
Providing access for chipmunks and snakes.
We’ll make it through the cold times all together,
The same way we come through the kinder weather.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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