dark-eyed junco

waking this morning
to an ugly gray sky
now snow falls
horizontally
from south to north

the first month
of the new year
over
doesn't feel
quite right

the boy awoke at 6:30
so she changed him,
brought him to the big bed
for snuggles
and cuddles
till almost eight

the luck of it

her second cup of coffee
an empty 'unread messages' box
an infinite number
of today show segments
designed to help her
'get more out of life'

the boy's telling quite the story
not the least put-out
if she doesn't understand a word of it

he trusts that she gets the gist

snow still coming down
but it won't stick
it won't cover

as it swirls,
she watches winter-plump juncos
hopping across frozen ground
thankful she remembered
to fill the feeders
while the sun was still shining