Sunrise and Evening Grossbeaks

Some mornings the sun is a ghost of itself

She's hidden behind thick white blankets

Frost clung to ground level grasses

but anything above five inches was just damp

strange.

Arrived back at the house to find

the feeders busy with Evening Grossbeaks.

They must be disappointed

the crab apple tree didn't produce any delicious fruit this year.

Last year they gorged with beaks dripping in red juices.

This year they have to resort to seeds

and ground hopping.