Behold. Winter is come.The World is silent.Not a whisper to be heardOn this frozen morn. Except for quietShufflingIn the "waiting room" Doves awaitWith patience Food they know will comeFrom a humbleHuman friend. Then smaller birds arriveFor what they can derivePecking at the snowSearching high and low. So precious and so sweetSo perfect and petite Then … Continue reading Frost