Towering giants
stretch their bare arms
To cloudy sky

Weekend dreamers
Slumber in warm cocoons
As quiet reigns

Soft breeze
Gently stirs bushes…rustling
In morn’s dim glow

Feathered residents
Silently huddle in chilly patience
Winging fleetingly aloft

Footsteps sound
Crunching on dry grass and leaves
Delivering morning meals

Nipped nose
Draws in crisp fresh air
This mid-winter morn

Charlotte-Anne Allen