The first junco
on my windowsill:
snow’s not far behind.

The woodpeckers
are busy today.
It must mean something
even if we don’t know the language.

A blue jay jumps on the fence,
and preens against russet leaves.

A cloud of grackles
open a hole in the sky
through which to migrate.

A saw-whet owl
drops down from a tree,
lamps on the path.