Red1 & Red2

A bleak day, cold winter wind,

And a single cardinal on a nude black branch,

The only color in a washed out day,

Brilliant and vital

As a drop of blood.

(2/23)

 

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Saw him again today,

Him or one just like him.

He saw me seeing him,

And he sang a little song,

Isn’t it strange that the day is

Wet and gray again?

Maybe he’s like me, and he

Likes it that way.(2/26)

RED1

* I wasn’t sure about publishing the initial poem…but then I saw him again today.  I thought he’d fly away when i went in to get my camera, but he was still there.  Regrettably, his vibrant color didn’t really come through in this pic.

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