The first morning song wakes me
before my alarm clock
this winter
tells me,  beautifully
and without question

that cardinal knows something
March refuses to admit,
weaving his nest on barely-budded branches
with last year’s field grass,
his wings bleeding through snow squalls
to do it

leading me to question
whether longer days
bring birdsong back, or if
it is his reckless cheer, cheer, cheer
no matter what

that coaxes sun to stay longer

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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17 Responses to reversals

  1. Oh, how I long to see a cardinal … they don’t visit us and they are sooooooo beautiful ~ lovely poem Susan ~ spring is coming 🙂

    • Polly, thank you! I have a nesting pair in a huge mock orange right outside my office window. Will try to get a picture of them with their babies this spring. Yes, Mr. Red told me spring is coming–LOUDLY and happily, this morning at 5:30. I don’t mind being woken up this way.

  2. annotating60 says:

    I like it. Has a nice twist to it.>KB

    • Thanks, KB. Has some wordiness to it I need to weed out, but I think HE thinks he’s bringing Spring back–that defiant nest-building through the snow squalls yesterday had me shaking my head and smiling.

  3. Beautiful. And it must be his cheer dragging the sun out of hibernation.

  4. BroadBlogs says:

    That must be a welcome song!

  5. Alice Keys says:

    I miss the red birds of my childhood. Thanks for giving them to me this morning.

  6. nelle says:

    Har… if cardinals summon the summer sun, I shall make for them the very best cardinal roost on the continent.

  7. Miriam E. says:

    “that cardinal knows something
    March refuses to admit,”
    oh how much i miss visiting you! wish i had more time…
    love the last line, Susan – wonderful.

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