snow lies dense, bending boughs of spruce <br /> and fir and pine <br /> <br /> oak and maple, poplar and birch <br /> stand and droop and dip <br /> barren but for tattered coats of <br /> snow white fur <br /> <br /> a cardinal on a lark, a flash of crimson, <br /> dips and swoops from tree to tree, <br /> limb to limb <br /> <br /> perches momentarily <br /> chips to his suede-feathered mate <br /> <br /> then turns on wing <br /> retreats into the deeper woods<br /><br />H. Rand Swansey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/combing-woods-on-a-winter-afternoon/
