The lonely birdhouse

I step out on my back patio

To take in the winter scene

The snow’s beautiful blanket

Lays out smooth before me

Not a creature stirs

Not a sound was heard

The birdhouse, once full with a family

Now looks so cold and empty

The winter’s beauty leaves me aghast

But I can’t help but miss those little birds

the birds are back

the birds are back

thank you, nature

for working in a way that helps us

appreciate what we have

after it’s been taken away

the quiet, dark mornings

have been replaced

with songs from birds

in every direction

I didn’t know I missed the sound

until I realized it had been

a long while since I’d heard it