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
reneejustturtleflight.com 
The poem has beautiful audio-visual imagery. The wonderments about Nature includes that question that is also an answer.
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Thank you! Nature always my muse.
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A caring and gentle poem Renee, I like those little nuthatches. A blogger friend was saying just the other day that a nuthatch kept hiding nuts in the thatched roof of his house!
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Thank you Andrea! Even today when the snow began falling…lightly…the tiny birds seemed to be enjoying it all as they chattered with each other. Love your friend’s story of the nuthatch hiding nuts in the thatch of his house. They are amusing tiny birds. Do take care
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And long may they continue to return! Bravo Renee, well said!
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Why, thank you John and for continuing to visit my site. I do hope you are well. Take care.
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