A lone bird
sits on shepherd's hook
above those feeding below.
A watchman of sorts,
one who watches and waits,
not in a hurry to eat
or for position,
rather one content at his post.
He is Junco,
one we call Snow Bird.
His presence speaks
of what's to come...
purifying and cleansing
snow.
I listen to the quiet the snow brings,
letting my thoughts settle on
Shepherd's hook, and Watchman, and Purification.
I smile at what brought those thoughts to mind.
Thank you, Junco.
Thank You, Abba-Father.
