Winter Birds in Minnesota
High above winter's frosted trees Above the Mississippi, Clouds thaw, In the afternoon sun— Fly! Fly low winter birds of Minnesota Fly low: chipper on, wave Those rusted wings waiting for spring Fly low: fly low, play your Games of 'Hide and go seek,' defying The frail soul in this land of cold Of arctic winds: and bleak snow …!
Happy the birds—despite their frets, — Despite the woes and dim fields of Corn now froze, now full of snow, Where they fly over in a silent pose, Waiting for Minnesota's spring thaw! Fly! Fly low winter birds of Minnesota.
#1091 1/22/06
Comments on Planet Earth, by the author: "All of nature, in particular the earth, is in a way, a temple, to me: a living creature, and perhaps we are the mesh, the web, the net, or the bug the wind scratches when it gets irritated with us for hurting her. Perhaps the trees are her pillars, or her columns; the moon and
See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com