"Cardinal," Poetry by Morgan Flodman
Blizzards frost a meadow over
as snow stifles Gaea’s clover,
but in the light, a blending birch
displays the cardinal on its perch,
the crow of hope whose omens spur
the coming warmth to never err—
its stature humbly marks its plan,
though not unlike a holy man.
Morgan Flodman, 16. Massachusetts, USA.