Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Cardinals

Here's a poem I wrote yesterday:

Cardinals

Red, brown - I hear your voice.
Early in the spring, even in winter - you offer me choice.
Your song cheers me up, wakes my spirit and gives me reason.
Always hopeful, your call is sweet each and every season.

Out my back door, up high out front.
You have a view that's big and wide,
Reminding me of possibility - you are on my side.

Your vibrance, your stature, your trust
Always says "Wake up Spirit, you must!"

You brighten the winter, on gray days you pop.
Cold or not, you never stop.

Thank you for your sweet call and doing your part.
With you, I can always open my heart.