CHICKADEES

These little, chirping chickadees of winter
Do cheer my lonesome heart
As they flit about the branches
Of the pine trees in the park,
Just outside my window.
The ticking of the chime clocks
Mingles with dogs’ barks
And the hum of cars and trucks,
Which I hear
Rolling in the distance
With the roaring of the jets
As they cut the solid white of clouds;
And then the sound of splashing slush
From beneath nearby rolling tires
Startles me back to earth,
As a gentle, chilling breeze,
Passing through my window,
Caresses my bare feet and calves,
A soothing balm to cheer my soul,
A little gift from God
To let me know
That He
Still loves me so,
Like His chickadees of winter
Which cheer my lonesome heart.


Cy, 1994 ?