Winter Trilogy

Two days into Ghost Face

The sun moves from a final hidden setting

Revolving around like a Colt revolver and sets one click along the cylinder

Outside my window the small birds feed in the gravel after cleaning out my bird feeder dish

Thirty or forty peck, skip and hop

Scratch at the seeds

After Ghost Face departs and it is Early Eagle time these seeds will sprout

And the gravel will turn from red to green