goodbye wind bird of winter

White-Eyes

 

 In winter
    all the singing is in
         the tops of the trees
             where the wind-bird

 

with its white eyes
    shoves and pushes
         among the branches.
             Like any of us

 

This poem is from the Poetry Foundation, read the whole poem here. Below the view from my window one light snow day this winter.

Winter. February 2017