Blizzard, Beans and Birds
7:22 am, Nov. 2, 2011
Looking out the living room window
to wind driven, blowing horizontal snow,
chilled, he hunched up his shoulders,
I need a cup of hot coffee.
The black beans swirled, grinding
to powder. Love that aroma. At the sink,
filling the coffee pot — out the window,
finches, sparrows were flustered at the feeder.
Empty! So he slipped on his old garden shoes
grabbed the bag of black oil sunflower seeds.
Blasting cold air at the door, wrapping his robe
tight at his neck, down the icy steps.
Knock the snow off the feeder, pull it down,
unscrew the cap. Cupful after cupful, the
black seeds tumble into the feeder’s tube.
The sparrows and finches return to eat.
Hmmm. This coffee tastes so good.
(C) 2011 James Ciletti