Piled four fingers high,
pine branches, coated, once green
the tree a white caked couch
for the bright red cardinals
a muffled silence and chill-breeze
whisper morning peace
the red dots rearrange themselves
by nature's clock.
Author Bio:
Gregg Dotoli studied English at Seton Hall University and enjoys living in the NYC area. He is a white hat hacker, but his first love is the Arts.