Portals to Portals

Blue gray air is filled
With a promise of a snow storm
We can only wait.

 

Birds at my window;
Small silhouettes of hunger
Feed before the storm.

Forsythia husks
Point their empty open mouths
To the silent sky.

Deserted bird's nest;
Still and empty children's swing.
Both home to just snow.

 

Invisible plane
Roaring above the thick clouds
Passes to silence.

 

 

They seek out winter
To spread their fragile branches
These new evergreens.

 

Through the shed windows
Windows on the other wall--
Portals to portals.

 Far in the distance
Crows uttering a few words
Caw about weather.