1.6.15 Cold? Has Not Even Thought of Us Yet

     What a long day, and a quiet one, as we went about doing the things that must be done, 

sliding along the unshoveled path-of-icy-footprints to get from house to car to house again,

 the skies littered at times with confused looking Canadian Geese - or perhaps I make assumptions.

     Yet, three were lurking in the snow on the University field 

where days ago there were hundreds, 

and often if I look overhead, there are disagreements and split efforts 

as flocks make an effort perhaps to decide 

if the snow is an impermanent thing, 

or if the cold winds to come will of necessity 

blow them all to warmer friendlier skies.

    Still, our farmer's have fields planted with luscious green wintercrops, the best friends of Wild Turkey and Geese alike.

     And down by the Connecticut's  outwaters, when the light is long gone and the stars have risen far above,  the overcast hiding the splendid moon, 

far into the night I can hear the trumpeting of late arrivals, 

as they prepare to land in the altogether, 

hoping  Fox and Coyote will shrink from the cold waters 

in favor of some somnolent juicy Rabbit 

or fiercely evident Mouse scurrying beneath the snows,

 unaware of the keen smell and hearing 

of Fox and Coyote and Owl and Hawk.

     Cold cold the wind blows, 

and if we were shivering and whining before, 

why ,we are being brought the annual reminder

 that cold? 

Has not even thought of us yet.