We are well into the third
Week of spring but your
Senses say that it is still
Winter and a winter that
Has not been overly accommodating
We take what we get and
Look for beauty that is
Out there but just has to be found
I look out my window and then
Look back in. It is bright
The white snow mountains
Meld into the gray clouds
And it is impossible to
Detect a horizon
It is gray or white in every
Direction except where
The forest comes into play
That is where we will look
For the beauty that each day gives
Today a pileated woodpecker is
Flying from tree to tree looking
For a source of food. They are
A nervous, flighty bird, never
Staying in one place for long
Their red against all the white
And gray and blending with the
Woods is a beautiful sight
Gratefulness is a mild word
To express how I feel
To spot such a bird on any day
Is a gift, but seeing one on
A day like this is a bonus and
A thrill. All good things come
To he who is willing to wait
Here we go again, thanking
Spring for this gift while
Lamenting the miserable weather
Stanski
April 5, 2022, ^
Steve Haarman 