Florida Calling
A suffused chill,
This late morning surveys.
Like premonition of burdens that never come in ones,
No ravens call, and silent is the chill.
Sweeter than an affluent Flute
Hoots a woodsy Grand-master
For all near and far that lends a ear!
No owl no where has ever sung a grander song
Flirting Robins play
Burrow with their thickets.
A stranger knocks at the door -
Only to find wood peckers
Sizing their beaks on hardy palms.
I sit transfixed, sigh
Yet the human propensity daggers my heart
To get up and move
I pray, you stay my friend,
With burdens least,
To be wise before the Year!