the cardinal
a splash of red
on swaying graywhite
tree, fat flakes drifting
driftless wonder
leached bleached or drained
? know-not constant
ceaseless wind a film of
ice in the birdbath
dove flaps and settles
hawk silent still
drawing the eye again
a splash of red
on snow
I was going to let this one languish, but Kerfe inspired me with this lovely post.
Graceful Press Poetry 
This is lovely, and it makes a great juxtaposition with mine. (K)
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Thank you. After I saw your hawk and dove, I couldn’t resist.
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Beautiful, Jennifer. I like how the reader is seeing the scene with the poet.
And the splash of red on the snow can be taken so many ways.
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Oh, good, I hoped so–on both counts. 🙂
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the “splash of red” near the beginning and at the ending provides a
a frame that works well for me. i would like to see a cardinal sometime, especially against the snow!
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Thank you. I haven’t seen the cardinals often (maybe we don’t have their favorite birdseed), but they do catch the eye when they come around.
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Such a winter feeling to this one. A survival feeling.
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Probably just where my mood was when I wrote this. 🙂
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‘? know-not constant’ – stunning turn in the middle of these bookends. The symmetry works very well.
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Thank you.
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