Images on a Late Winter Afternoon
I imagine I hear people in picture frames
Whispering secrets across the room,
I watch Redheaded woodpeckers startling
Timid sparrows near the bird feeder,
I see shadows from sycamore trees casting odd
Visions of past winters on rooftops,
I observe pairs of Red Shouldered Hawks soaring
High in the heavens unrestricted by earthly wiles,
I close my eyes and see brief images of a spring day
As winter’s visions fade into eternity.
And my mind is forming new visions of red and
Yellow roses in the herb garden for spring.
James G. Piatt, a retired professor and