one christmas
i remember
looking out the window
to the ivory snow;
on a brown barren tree branch
sat a beautiful cardinal,
and he didn’t seem to mind the cold as
he sat out in the windy snow-strewn
song of winter,
he simply seemed grateful for a place
to sit;
even in the hard times there’s something
to praise,
and so i will forever be like this cardinal
weathering the storm and enduring
even when the problems
seem greater
than the blessings.
What a beautiful poem. I relate because as I look out of my kitchen window the beautiful cardinal contentedly sits on a branch and views his kingdom.