Holiday dining

Hanging suspended, black and yellow seeds
swim slower than the eye can see
in frozen suet.  Swinging south,
winter sun and frozen fog
wash over frost on frost on snow
out there where winter range is.

Blowing soft, no wind anyone can see
jangles hanging tidbits invitingly.
Flashing black and white,
a downy woodpecker tucks in.

Crunching down the road,
some one - no one we can see -
is traveling home for the next
wild berry pie perched precariously
in a hot, hot oven.  It is time
for holiday dining, wherever you are.
 

News from a small town 16, November 2012