for a President

As flakes of snow remain falling
the cardinal returns to turn blue
feeding fearlessly at the yellow feeder.
Imagination allows this for one man
full of feeling more than helpless
at a window where he also sees a war.

His hands are empty but something is felt there
perhaps as the blue beak is sorting seeds
a moment will arrive when hope will adjust
the colour of those wings, all the feathers
handling the weight of winter’s invasion.

Truro, N.S.
March 6, 2022