Promises of blue jays

I love opening my eyes and knowing it will be a good day.  On a day like this I can hear the promises of blue jays for the winter... and believe them

I know the day will be good

Or mostly good

When I open my eyes

And think

Oh a new day

I have plans

For this day

So I get up

Open the doors

Hear the geese honking

Getting ready to fly south.

They too have heard

It will be a harder winter

Than the last.

The flicker

Makes his flicker noises

As he loads up on bugs

On the dead branch

Of the ash.

The blue jay promises

I will stay here

In his raucous blue jay voice.

Oh a new day

I think

A new day

And promises of blue jays

For the winter.