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In The Winter Park


trudging through man-made canyons
we slough our way through
the piled snow
onward to
the winter park

we've an urgent task
we're feeding the hungry
its slow going
in places the paths are unclear
we're blazing trails
like pioneers
onward to
the winter park

the sky, the ground
all one color of white abounds
torrents of white whisked by wind--
the brisk easterlies
the guests bustle in
impatient and jostling
we reach into our bags of plenty
the feasting shall commence
in the winter park

scattering
dried corn, sunnies, muesli
any unsweetened stale cereal
and bread
becomes filling feed
they gather en masse
here
in the winter park

crows, squirrels
geese, gulls
jays, sparrows
chickadees and mallard ducks
doddering pigeons
side-stepping high
they linger at the fringe
catch the pieces of food
on the fly
eating what's caught up
in the gusts of wind
we smile at all
those who seem snowed-in here
in the winter park

high in a frosted ancient elm
a shy cardinal watches and waits
on an outer limb
the albino squirrel chatters
lingers and hesitates
she's nearly invisible
in all the white
she'll wait until
most have moved to another
feeding site
then venture down
into winter park

the doddering pigeons catch the eye
of a golden retriever galloping by
her name is Happy
she bounds through the drifts
tongue lolling
open mouthed scooping through the drifts
she barks in excitement as
all the creatures temporarily scatter
skyward, tree-ward
and we laugh
at the commotion she makes
like it was a gift
they will all return
once she moves on with her old man Sam
in the winter park

the animals return
again we are surrounded
the bags are still full
the bounty is abounding
the animals have a sixth sense about this
to us its astounding
how they seem to know
or how maybe they read our minds
and are used to our kind
and our kindness
the heavy snows each year only
help to remind us
of the happy task ahead
of sharing with all
creatures hungry great and small
here
in the winter park.

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS WORK
December 15 2017 10:20am PST TIME/DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER
MELISSA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS
LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE;
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
WHICH IS EXACTLY WHERE THIS CAME FROM...
LORING PARK IN MINNEAPOLIS MINNESOTA
OUR VERY OWN 'WINTER PARK.'

written as remembered in 2001 and also
written directly to the page.
Thank you for reading and reminiscing.







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