Their Winters Flights 2008

The frozen walks in the woods,
Send chills throughout the skies,
Only the brave birds which stay,
Will tough it out long into winters day,
Amongst the underbrush all the feathered soldiers,
Figures cast along with relief,
Replicate the wax berries,
They'll feed on in frozen solitude,
Many are received in generosity,
Only are the late birds in these nowadays,
Their predecessors would migrate,
In moments of departure,
Hitching rides back on the storms,
High up to kiss the earth good-bye,
Goldfinches, meadowlarks and swallows have taken flight,
Many more to name such delicate forms,
Birds and life I praise there out of sight,
Hearty wrens, chickadees and sparrows mostly never depart,
But winter along these woodlands of my heart,
There they'll cuddle in the underbrush,
Repelling jackets tawny and brave,
Even the homeless dear hearts will stay,
In their tents of blues and grays,
Cozy and awake to save their Soul a place,
They should've been housed in that village of shame,
Oh, those winters games,
And the cruel which shall be unnamed,
There, their winters flights,
Throughout these cold, cold nights,
Snows roused all into conscious shivering,
And some may feel the storms for a winters forlorn,
It is the season all should be warned.