Before snowfall red birds gather
To search for tiny seeds.
They hop onto the frosty grass
and over plants and weeds.
They rush to spread their wings and fly
Into tree holes to hide;
While heavy snowflakes tumble down –
Grey skies open wide.
On the next day, the sun appears –
And red birds fly away;
Joyful sounds from the sledders fill
The air in the midday.
Sweet fragrance of warm chocolate
Now lingers in the air;
While the children build tall snowmen
Amid the warm sun glare.
In the dark night, red birds gather
Inside the frozen trees;
While snowflakes fall – they dream of spring
Inside the icy breeze.
Rejetta Morse enjoys writing poetry so she can write about God and how He speaks through nature. Writing poetry is a new found purpose and hobby she discovered over recent years which brings her joy, peace, and encouragement. She also enjoys reading poetry and is working to learn more about the craft of poetry. She spends her free time singing with her church choir and listening to gospel music, watching biographical movies, and encouraging other people.