Last Snow of Winter

It snowed last night
came down in a fuzzy dream barely remembered
but when I looked out my window
there it was waiting for me
old pal come to say goodbye till next season
for springtime is like that
pleasant enough but dismissive of old friends
trading white treasure for spangled flowers
so I took advantage one last time
and pushed my thoughts out the window
to be with the winter birds
sleeping in their warm twiggy nests
huddled together
feather to feather
dreaming of the fat summer worms
waiting for them just below the white blanket
lucky creatures these birds
apples of God's eye
uncursed by technologies
unblighted by economies
no borders no ideologies
no congresses nor parliaments
nor bureaucratic establishments
no passports nor visas needed
no licenses to renew
no tickets to buy
no politics
and of course no wars
myself the snow and the winter birds.

Joseph Psarto

Joe Psarto lives in Westlake.

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Volume 3, Issue 7, Posted 3:14 PM, 04.05.2011