Sometimes the signs of the season are not obvious, until they are brought to our attention.
I hear the cat chitter,
The special sound he only makes
The juncos are back in town.
They always look like there*s a special occasion,
Dark grey suits with white shirts,
It is hard to tell that winter waits.
Two stray purple clematis blossoms
Have survived the frost.
Meanwhile we mark time
Two candles on the Advent wreath.
We mark time
With the juncos.
They are dressed for the banquet
At the King*s table,
At the Baby*s christening.
They wait on the lawn
For the vine out front
To return to winter mode.
For the snow.
They wait for the banquet,
They are already dressed.