My Sunday cardinal

As if on cue
Sir Redfeather arrives
                  to perch on leafless limb
                              and sing of spring.
Two Sundays now
             I gaze out to garden's frozen foliage
                            and dead debris.
"Cheer, cheer, look here!"
Sweet song swells from breast of patient love
                as soft-hued mate flies in,
                          settles close in melodious duet.


Kathleen A Houchens copyright 2012