I think the wind and sleet got to me last night and this morning. Ready for spring, mother nature. C’mon, you can do it!
This morning,
amidst wind and sleet
appeared a flock
huddled and clinging,
impaled on branches,
dislodged by the
next gust,
flown now, circling,
they rejoin last year’s
broken castoffs
seeking the wood’s refuge.
This took a few passes. I think the wind rattled my brain too much!
