The night before the first snow I can’t sleep.
Fallen apples have been gathered for the deer
Black seeds are ready for birds
And covered water
Suet stocked for Northern Flickers and don’t forget the Starlings those peskies but I should admire the tenacity and yes my friend they adapt, not migrate.
In the still breath a train shifts squeeking rails
The rest sleep dreading shovel and ice
But I tell the sky “hurry ” “hurry”
It’s not due for hours, 7 which is a long time when
The earth sings her song
Prepared and welcoming
With dropped leaves making room
My heart beating with each unique snowflake
I am still here.