This poem is for two very special people in my life, my Mother & my Sister-in-Law, who both happen to love cardinals.

Winter Interlude

O.J. Robertson

In a red topcoat

And black cravat

On a snowy bough

A cardinal sat,

A flame of fire

In a frame of white.

The bird was a thrill

To sound and sight

When he fluffed his feathers

And sang for me

A beautiful scarlet melody.

Then spreading his wings

He flew away,

Never knowing

He had made my day.