I’ll be taking a short break, have a happy Thanksgiving.
The sun has lost its domain
snow birds shroud its light.
A handful of starlings quiver on
bare branches so fragile in fixed feathers
they could fit in the palm of a hand.
Suspended in frozen breath they sing
for the reach of an outstretched hand
clinging to a red-tailed kite floating
above fields of wildflowers
in full bloom.