Go Round

Photo of northern cardinal perched on brown tree branch

The hummingbird feeders
came down today,
not for filling,
but for storing.
Do the shadows call?
The chorus of wood frogs?
The sonorous space
the catbirds left when last they sang?
Now, cardinals light
in the serviceberry tree
to gather her fruits,
their carmine oath
to sustain me
on this ceaseless passage
to Spring.

Poem by Judith Zelis


Judith Zelis is a maker: teacher, gardener, canner, writer, collage artist, and long time wild child of nature.