November 9th - 2014 Poem by Mike Barrett

Earlier this morning
Snow flurries swirled and danced
Through the mottled gray sky
Suspended by invisible variable gusts.

Now though it's sunny - the sky sapphire blue
And on high white cotton puffed clouds
Drift idly by.

But it's still cold -
Still windy.

In the back yard
Three leafless Manitoba maples
Stand as naked sentinels
Occasionally shivering
In the cold cold winds.

Oddly several winged seed clusters remain
Yet attached to their lower branches.
Hopefully there they'll remain
To serve as food for wintering
Jays, blackbirds and sparrows.


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