Tuesday, February 04, 2014

Spring in Winter


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

the treasure of his presence is with me still
the neighborhood was alive with him
there he was atop a telephone pole
in the alley behind our modest Chicago bungalow
he was majestic, regal, king for a day
did he wonder about what we thought
as we wondered about him
the beautiful Snowy White Owl
he came and stayed for an entire winter day
motionless, intimidating non-the-less
he was in charge of an army of children
forewarned by mothers
together we crouched looking up
at the beauty and the power of
Nature that had entered our
concrete lives