Poem No. 78 of Many

Not the days when birds come back - 
these are the days when cardinals come to life. 
I never notice them in summer. 
It is only when the snow begins to fall 
that their bright red coloring appears at all. 

Perched on the fence,
waiting for the others to arrive
while plump snowflakes make their way to the ground.
They rather float than drop down,
don't they?

Inspired by "These are the days when birds come back" by Emily Dickinson (poem 78).