Winter Sentinel
At the kitchen island
inside eating lunch
I felt someone was watching me
- it was just a hunch.
Glancing out the window
I saw my hunch was true.
A stoic one-eyed face
was filled with attitude.
First he looked to have a smirk
a challenge meant for me
to come outside and have look?
He'd wait there by the tree.
Outside, things looked different.
Of course, they always do.
The warm breeze, the shining sun
gave me a different view.
With the shadow of a frown,
he now looked rather sad.
What was the fella thinking?
Nothing's quite that bad.
Sun was shining, warm breezes blew.
Clouds had disappeared.
Looking up, I noticed sky
where once were only leaves
and at his feet was cooling earth
no need for canopy.
Ahh.. I understand. I feel it too.
I know this lovely day
will disappear, with chilling winds
soon turned to winter's gray.
I'm sorry you are stuck out here
to face the frozen blasts.
To weather winds and shoulder snow,
enduring bleak forecasts.
It does seem an unfair fate
to one who, weeks before,
had blessed the world with yellow notes
of autumn's glorious score.
I promise I will not forget
you're out here standing guard,
Mustering all your strength to be
spring's beau of the backyard.
While you're not the tallest soldier,
you're very much held dear.
You'll be the first I notice.
as you're the first to bring me cheer.
~ Becki B.
