Still, quiet morning

Giving time to simply be

Before the world wakes.

Icy wind blows in

Howling, growling, pummeling

Muting the sun’s warmth.

Dancing in the dark

Making the night magical

Casting your soft light.

They have their friends backs

Call out greetings and warnings

Keeping watchful eyes.

The branches rattle

With their dead Winter crackle

As crow cleans her beak

Morning sun rises

Coloring the world with hope

Puts darkness to rest.

They’re out there chirping

Their cheerful songs ringing bright

Goodbye ice and snow.