The cardinal seeks
in deepening snow,
seeds that winter
cannot grow,
his vibrant plumes
of brilliant red,
recalls blood
that does not flow.

A winged clot,
he comes to call
at the feeder
in winter's pall,
to sate himself
above the frost;
congealed blood
upon a cross.

03/10/2002

Posted on 03/10/2002
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