I’m telling you; there were birds in my fire.
I heard them singing in the orange flames while the snow fell.
I thought how odd, the very branches they toddled
now aflame in the firebox; birdsongs and branches.
I wondered: did it make me miss the spring?
Then as I watched the snowfall coupled with the melody,
I just knew, I love birds, I love melody, dare I say, I love snow?
I smelled the birch, I savored the birdsong…
Birdsong and branches…
I’m telling you; there were birds in my fire.
Joseph James
12/24/12
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