Sometime around Daylight Savings last spring, I went out early at the cabin to hang the bird feeder, and was taken by surprise. This is a poem to honor that brief interval in time.
Wonders
The hoot of an owl wide-eyed me
as I stepped into predawn dark.
Could I spot his perch in the inky
nothing? My night eyes foundered.
His call pealed his turf or perhaps
appealed to paramours, and his presence
gladdened my heart.
Jewels sparkled beneath my feet
in this frosty non-winter of a winter.
The Big Dipper spilled and Cassiopeia
rested resplendent as the unconcerned
horizon lightened,
dismissing the assembly of this sky,
this raptor.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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