A Single Solitary Bird

The bird shakes off the dusting of snow

Sits in the naked tree watching waiting

The bird is beautiful

Black with white on its wings

I look up from my yard

Try to talk to it

The bird cocks its head

Looks down at me from its perch

Does it think me a fool?

Some kind of alien?

After all I’m not a bird am I?

The bird flies to another naked tree

Fall has robbed the tree of leaves

But the bird leans back and sings anyway

It has hope it knows warm weather

Will return in its own time

I watch the bird sing its song of joy

It lifts my spirit makes me smile

I wish I could sing with the solitary bird

But then I’m not a bird am I?