We had a little snow yesterday and there's nothing like snow to point out the unexpected color in the world!
Here's a little poems by Henry Carlile from Bright Wings: an Illustrated Anthology of Poems About Birds, edited by Billy Collins [821 COL].
The CardinalFly on over to Dori Reads for this week's Poetry Friday Round-Up.
Not to conform to any other color
is the secret of being colorful.
He shocks us when he flies
like a red verb over the snow.
He sifts through the blue evenings
to his roost.
He is turning purple.
Soon he'll be black.
In the bar's dark I think of him.
There are no cardinals here.
Only a woman in a red dress.
Photo by alex ranaldi.