Birds of A Feather

As I love nature, as I love singing birds...I love thee, my friend. - Thoreau

Woke this morning to a bitter cold blast.

Confronting my bones today but remnant of days past.

Sitting in my chair beside last night's slumber bed.

Sad thoughts invading my head.

I guess 'tis true that birds of a feather.

Congregate together.

Praying in all kinds of weather.

Spied a trifecta of  uncommon birds on my window sill.

Preening and strutting in November sun with skill.

Singing hymns to carry a thrill.

Think I might but I know I will.

Wrap myself in this unexpected but welcomed visit from God ...

... to escape life's chill ...

Author's Note

"The birds I heard today, which, fortunately, did not come within the scope of my science, sang as freshly as if it had been the first morning of creation." - Thoreau