January 21

On the sill of the window

sat one of the squirrels

I’ve been feeding peanuts

to help them stay fat

in these days of deep snow.

I tapped on the glass,

and he looked at me,

pulling his hands to his chest–

a sign of curiosity–

asking if I noticed.

Then he turned his head

to point with his nose

to what he wished me to see:

the harbingers of Spring,

filling the cherry tree

with flashes of red

and giddy chirrups.

Robins. 

Together we sighed

and smiled.

©dana hughes 1.21.23

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