more than crisp, tangy, full-bodied oxygen
that pinches the nostrils blushing red
that pumps the legs running for feverish heat
Perhaps the grey squirrels know the answer
as they cavort energetically up & down bare trees
As lusty as young men romping for a morning
delight as one female squirrel goes into heat
She sits at the top edge of treetop, waiting to see
who amongst her suitors will prevail & giving
chase along the way, the mating season begins
The dregs shake with earnest, twigs falling on ice
Signalling the changing season, that spring
will come with birthing of young, tender creatures
each one, beautiful
as a snowflake.
snowflake photography by Alexey Kljatov
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Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Seasonal poem (Winter for me) Hosted by Marina Sofia~ I took a fun and light approach to winter after seeing all the racket the squirrels made in our backyard ~ Thanks for the visit ~
