wren pecks iced suet
flicker picks frozen berries
I pick up hot tea
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Click on flicker photo to see how cold it was–
fluffed feathers, scrunched neck and, as I recall,
a blustery -5 degrees Fahrenheit.
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 3 February 2015
Photo credit: DAFraser, February 2015
holly berries ooze
unclaimed rotting red orange
juice beneath my boots
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Where have all the robins gone?
Does anybody know?
Please tell them their annual fall feast hangs ready
on twigs with prickly leaves,
though not for long.
Ripe berries succumb daily
to squirrels and gravity.
Please tell them
I miss their sweet greedy scolding voices
outside my window.
I miss watching them gorge with gusto on ripe red berries,
as they get drunk on red orange juice,
and drop ejected pits
everywhere
beneath my boots.
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 8 December 2014
Photo credit: DAFraser, December 2014
Telling the Truth 