the squirrels' scamper across the yard

it is Winter and the feeding is sporadic

above the ground, the birds light in, fly out

it is the scene set by a wise woman

who sees to it

each is cared for in their natural feeders

there is no thieving in this woman's' yard

no disputes over stations

she sees to it they are fed in place

most natural to their nature, each beast knows beauty
i could easily believe she was behind the design
the fauna and flora of any National Park

as i sip my coffee and watch

the aroma coming out of the kitchen
fills my expectations of yet another slice of heaven

in her world, none are denied her attention

we all are happy in our stations

the squirrels have their nuts 
naturally, from the ground they fall upon

the birds their varied seeds
a bit higher, think sunflowers
it is only a desperate squirrel that robs birds
she has the most adorable logic

and there i am, waiting on my plate
a cornucopia of delights, her handmade heaven
we all know that soon Spring will come

the white blanket will have disappeared
become a forgotten ghost

the garden will burst alive
colors will adorn all of our existence
from her nurturing hands
they too will have every nutrient needed

she is more than our guardian angel

she is the goddess who loves us unconditionally
we are, because of who she is

2/2/19