Red-winged blackbirds sing
here at the heart of the world,
among the tall trees.

Sun wakes winter moss,
ice that will become spring pools
melts and reflects sky.

Thinking about birds,
trees, unlivable today,
after the ice storm.

This beautiful land,
unforgiving as the moon,
grateful to walk it.

Mysterious life,
owls hoot from across the lake,
everything turns blue.

There’s the sad story,
the hawk who needs to eat, too,
the endless gray days.