brief respite for a 

migratory visitor

Rose-breasted Grosbeak

harbinger of Spring

rufous cap signals mild days

Chipping Sparrow

here I am sitting
awaiting inspiration
nothing is written

one last spit of wind
winter blusters to the last
the rain is laughing

belligerent clouds
bellowing furiously
a rose quakes with thirst

distilled grain, vermouth
martinis in small glasses
heaven, with a twist

snow blankets her prey
the hawk silently observes
feathered silhouette