Feather and ice

Little known fact:  the sun is the stem which melts the ice on every imaginable feather. Little bird, do you wish to fly away solo or in a flock?  

Winter Solstice

As the longest evening settles in, the grandmother tree unfurls a canopy of leaves like a freshly laundry sheet.  A smidgeon of moon becomes a modest beacon for the first bird to arrive in this new year.  Mostly likely a crow with a message.  Listen.  Please.