The Winter Sparrow

In the past few days we've received a lot of snow. The barren fields surrounding my home look like endless frozen seas of snowy waves. The woods behind my house are beautiful, all white and pure; heavy pine branches bowed from snow, icicle chandeliers adorning the oak and hickory... breathtaking. And after the snow stops falling, the sun comes out and the little birds that never go all hop about and brave the January tundra. That is where this next poem come from, from the snowbound sparrows.

The Winter Sparrow

Watch her race, watch her run

The winter sparrow all alone

Is she tired, is she cold?

The winter sparrow far from home

Watch her dance, watch her play

The winter sparrow in the sun

Is she happy, is she well?

The winter sparrow O so young

Watch her hide, watch her cry

The winter sparrow lost in flight

Is she lonesome, is she scared?

The winter sparrow dark as night

Watch her sing, watch her sigh

The winter sparrow in the snow

Is she me, is she you?

Winter sparrows only know

                                       - Piper Quinn