Four cardinals

March 7, 2010

Four cardinals
beat as one
grace knotty limbs behind me
no song forthcoming yet.

But today smells like change:
sniff April in the muddy grass
push past one last soiled snowpatch
that four cardinals ignore.

Four cardinals.
Thunder growls.
An eastern breeze.
A bloody footprint.

Winter’s hurt will soon fade
in the light of a new season
and four cardinals
pray as one.