A crystal surface glitters with the sun’s
first morning rays.
Stunned into silence is our world.
in the sagging branches of the evergreens.
Now, one bold blackbird hops onto a wire,
looks to see the bird feeder tipped,
empty, and encased in ice.
The sun seems stronger and I hear
the sound of trucks chugging on the highway.
We have survived this round of nature’s
violence and, for this moment, all is well.