Winter

hi Adele,

not much snow this winter, but here is a poem I wrote on one of the cold days this past week, and a picture of a bird in a tree taken a few years ago, plus a red amaryllis for its cheerfulness.  warm wishes, Ellen

Sun dogs follow me home,
racing across the sky.
Crows call
from the leafless treetops.
Underground, daffodils burrow
like sleeping moles,
The cat sniffs the air, tests the deck
delicately, with her outstretched paw.
Still winter, stay inside.
I agree... porridge, tea, back to sleep.
Winter -- to hibernate,
or to fly
full speed ahead
through the dazzling cold?