Dawn and the promise of sunshine
that splashes on the floor through a window prism.
I soaked my bare toes in color
and as luck would have it
one of these, a red shouldered hawk,
balanced precariously on the fence post
just outside my window.
I could not reach my camera but found this image
Often small birds - juncoes, sparrows, chickadees -
will spend a moment preening on the post.
Once or twice a squirrel has made it
a lookout point.
The hawk was a surprise - I can still feel
my jaw dropping.
The sun and wind were irresistible. I bundled up
and went out looking for signs of spring. The wind is
cold but not bitter, the pond's edges are beginning to melt,
skunk cabbage whorls are visible in the snow,
and I startled a flock of robins into windy flight.
In a mere month spring will be declared, rain will wash away
the last of the grimy snow,
and I won't have to go looking for signs.
I will be surrounded by the season.
And so the great wheel keeps turning.
*hawk photo from: birdsasart.com