Soft and silent falls the snow
Upon the face of flowers
Not yet ready to find their slumber
Green still the grass
That finds the blanket of cold
Beginning now to loose its life
To ground that will soon become
Willing to leave white in place of green
Summer being laid to rest
Fall a season of a gentler time
Winter gray and cold find the heart
Not ready to receive
Silent and cold the snow that falls
Upon your feeding grounds
Just beyond my fence the feeders wait
With no seed within them found
Ten doves this morning waits
Upon my fence between
Others flutter here and there
Then in sorrow leave
Yet upon the branch you wait
The ground completely covered now
What will become your fate?
Still no seed in feeders found
Will my hands too be to late
Where are the hands that have fed you
In the bounty of the sun?
You have grown to expect him
And now there is no one?
A vow I make to you my friends
As soon as my car can leave
On my side of fence from snow that bends
You will always have a place to feed
Soft and silent falls the snow
Upon the face of flowers
Not yet ready to find their slumber
Green still the grass
That finds the blanket of cold
Beginning now to loose its life
To ground that will soon become
Willing to leave white in place of green
Summer being laid to rest
Fall a season of gentler time
Winter gray and cold find the heart
Not ready to receive
It is only six degrees here today
with yet another unexpected snow.
The neighbor just in back of me
fed our neighborhood birds all
Summer. For some reason he has
now decided not to fill their feeders.
They have been fluttering around
the feeders since the snow has began
falling. They sit on my fence and trees
puffed and hungry.
We have a four wheel Jeep that will
be leaving here tonight to find
a feeder and food.