"Walking on a Winter Morn" by Miranda Farrand
Walking on a winter morn in softly falling snow
I chanced upon a huddled bird
Perched upon the lowest bough of a leafless tree
Feathers fluffed to harbor warmth against the freezing breeze.
I sighed forlornly at the fate of the tiny beast
Wishing when, in its winter fleeing
Had perched to preen upon a different tree
And then I sent a prayer heavenward
Asking for the salvation of an early spring.
But oh, how I wished I hadn't spied the woes of one so small
For in seeing it's misery I wished away
Thousands of unique icy sculptures shaped by God's hands
Lovingly sprinkled across the land.