P&p :- A Winter Blue Jay Prose

Winter Long Cold

In winter, some say, to see an early spring it’s not the groundhog, but the Winter blue Jay that comes out to play. 🙂

A Winter Blue Jay

Sara Teasdale, 1884 – 1933

Crisply the bright snow whispered,
Crunching beneath our feet;
Behind us as we walked along the parkway,
Our shadows danced,
Fantastic shapes in vivid blue.
Across the lake the skaters
Flew to and fro,
With sharp turns weaving
A frail invisible net.
In ecstasy the earth
Drank the silver sunlight;
In ecstasy the skaters
Drank the wine of speed;
In ecstasy we laughed
Drinking the wine of love.
Had not the music of our joy
Sounded its highest note?
But no,
For suddenly, with lifted eyes you said,
“Oh look!”
There, on the black bough of a snow flecked maple,
Fearless and gay as our love,
A bluejay cocked his crest!
Oh who can tell the range of joy
Or set the bounds of beauty?

Peaceful In The Quit Outdoors

Thoughts & Ideas, Joseph Kravis 🙂



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2 replies

  1. This is definitely the way of the South! Bluejays and blackberries tell the weather here.

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