Poem January 17, 2011 Issue

I shoveled

Jon Remmerde

a path through new-fallen snow
to our backyard and cleared the feed ground,
scattered cracked corn, sunflower seeds,
and winter wheat for birds.

Now I sit by my back window and watch
and write as birds peck up seeds,
grateful for sustenance in winter.

Birds fly to the feed ground
as God gives me food for thought,
power for my writing.
My thoughts come together.
Poems coalesce.

Birds eat seeds sown for this day
and fly to shelter from falling snow.
I write, overflowing with reflected creativity.
Gratitude fills my pages. 

— Jon Remmerde

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