Prismed sunlight wraps not only twig
but branch as well.
Every tree and bush has felt the icy sting
and weight of winter.
The ones the didn’t fall strain under their load
and when the slightest wind whispers across them
they try to split their sheath
to toss it to the ground.
I sit encased in this cold, cold room watching
scores of birds at the feeder
and sunlight prismed in their every perch.