Red

by Beverly Banks

looking out my window as the snow falls,

upon a branch

sits a spot of Red.

a dazzling Burst amidst an all white

landscape.

upon a branch

sits a stunning Red,

who knows not of his beauty.

a reminder that in a dark and gloomy world

there are little Flecks of Hope in the least likely places.

for me,

it seems as though he always knows when to appear.

until he flies away,

I must stop and listen.

I must stop and watch.

he jumps from the seeds upon the ground,

disappearing from the sight of my binoculars.

I see him again in the green arms of a nearby pine tree.

upon a branch

sits a brilliant Red.

upon a branch

is a Cardinal.