Stray Thoughts: The debt of the frost

Barely one week had passed since the time that I last Felt the warmth on my face as I sat in this place And watched birds dip and play in their full water tray Soaking up all the last rays of sun Then from where they had been the clouds all snuck in Turning skies light to dark in my small backyard park As winter returned it was cause for concern Our late fall was suddenly done Now the birds’…