First Joy of the Day

I wake up to the furnace finch

Running to keep me warm

I look at the frost on

Other roof tops

The ground is covered

With white stiff frost

The temperatures

Are only 19 degrees

But the sun is shining

The skies are blue

All of a sudden

In the quiet I hear

The sweet little

Chirp of an old friend

I grab my camera

In hope of capturing

The beauty of him

He looks at me

With those tiny eyes

I think he sees my lens

He must be proud

Of what I want to do

As he sits very still

Eating his daily food

Be careful little one

Don’t move or fly

Let me get you focused

Oh thank-you dear friend

You are the first

To place the smile on my face.

Terry Shepherd


20 thoughts on “First Joy of the Day

  1. Wonderful … he has come with the spring to you … and brought sunshine and joy into your heart and soul .. and he are yellow too … the sun must have sent him to you. Ver


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