Rusty, ragged feather-breasted robins
soar and hop
over last Fall's
frosty maple leaves.
They share the bounty
of dried fruit, clinging close
to three flowering crabapples
whose bumpy branches
reach into sun-bright blueness.
Yellow darts of flitting
cedar waxwings
take up tenancy.
Rabbits hide out in the basement
of skyscraper pines next door,
Like towering billboards
attracting the winged set
to the bounty of
the airy dwellings beside them.

Gail reflects, "This was an incident promising the hope and warmth of Spring which I yearned for so desperately. Our Michigan winter was long and hard. Thank God, the winter is past."

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