This is when I like winter, when the sun shines
on the trees, melting globs of snow that
then freeze into crystalline sparks of light
on the branches.
People began to emerge from their cocoons this morning,
to start cars that merely groaned and whined
instead of purring from the pleasure of being started.
One neighbor needs to thaw his poor car;
standing humbled and shrunken in a drift of snow
it had no shelter or barrier from the frozen air.
Why is it we expect a machine to perform
whenever asked, without realizing it, too,
needs some consideration for the way its bits
react to the elements? Shoot, I've neither seen
nor heard a bird in three days. I expect
they are perched beneath the snow-laden
branches of fir trees or building eaves,
their feathers fluffed up against the cold.
Sort of like me, except I will need to go
to the store fairly soon for some seeds
for myself and my little family
(my cat and my turtle).