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Anticipation

by Don Matley


I sit and close my eyes and listen to the silence in the air.
The wind picks up and the crustling of the leaves, already fallen, frighten a pair of skittish mourning doves feeding on the ground.
The startled doves take flight sounding warnings to all.
The warm sun on the back of my neck cheats the inevitabe onset of winter.
A grey squirrel prances towards the birdfeeder, as black-capped chickadees land and scatter seed to the foragers below.
The bright red cardinal and his ever faithful mate arrive to scrunch sunflower seeds.
They will stay all winter and the bright red against the snow white cedars will inspire a Christmas card cover.for all to enjoy.
Then all is deafening silence again, only to be broken by the crashing of the first traces of snowflakes settling on the ground.

10/02/2007

Posted on 10/02/2007
Copyright © 2019 Don Matley

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/28/07 at 11:39 PM

I envy such sights as we have no cardinals here. My mother-in-law remembered them from Pennsyvania and each year I would buy her some sort of cardinal Christmas ornament (which is neither here nor there, except to say you evoke various emotions in this poem). She also nicknamed me "chickadee", so that is a very dear tweak of memory. I love the winter scene, the "crustling" of the leaves, the "scrunch" of the sunflower seeds. I like the silence broken by the snowflakes (not sure about the "crashing" part, unless they are dropping in a heap from a cedar to the ground). All in all, a lovely photo here with sights, sounds (or peaceful lack thereof)and color. Thank you.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/24/07 at 06:14 PM

An accurate and easily relateable capture to be sure, especially for those like myself who share the same geography and climate.

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