The tiniest of hummingbirds
hummed to within my eyesight
hovering in the brisk air
of early morning
taking perhaps a tiny breath
with every beat of its minuscule
heart’s beating
& before I could take a breath of my own
sped to a tree branch distant
to be settled silently there
resting ever so briefly
then magically disappearing
from my vision but leaving
behind the wonder
© February 2021
Image Taken From Public Domain Photos & Created As Art
The snow is nearly gone now in the aftermath
of the effects of storms in a culmination
of microscopic snow flakes each unique
in their beauty as Nature’s creation
that left a deep blanket of white
leaving once white snow dirty, colored gray
after cleaning the air we breathe, soaking
up dirt particles from the landscape
of houses, cars, fences
even farm animals tidied up in the washing
but the air smells cleaner in the sharply
intense cold that remains a brisk reminder
Winter has not quite gone through an open door
leaving an entrance for Spring’s arrival
© February 2021 Renee Espriu
The Photo Below Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art
The Winter storm has abated
leaving behind feet of snow in places
rain falling now like bits of ice
not penetrating enough to cause
much needed melt
yet the tiny nuthatches and sparrows
are not minding as they leave
tiny footprints across snowy white
landscape
where some blades of green grass show
left from snow shovels pushed forward
to leave room for small canines
who might disappear from view
yet melt increases in equal measure
with the depth of snow left deep
flood watch will soon ensue
whilst rivers rise as Nature’s
gateway to the sea
© February 2021 Renee Espriu
Photo Below Taken by Myself
A Winter storm approaches closer each day
signaling with freezing temperatures
as ground hardens impenetrable
until frost appears with daybreak
covering roofs, cars, asphalt paved roads
while the sun causes it to sparkle
like millions of microscopic jewels
settling on all of Nature’s surfaces
there comes the squeaky notes of tiny
nuthatches hidden amongst branches bare
of leaves, perfectly still not moving
feathers fluffed in staying warm
the thought enters my mind I wonder
where will they shelter as the snow
begins to fall but I know as soon
as the melt comes as if by magic
they will return
© February 2021 Renee Espriu
Photo Taken From Public Domain Photos Created As Art
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