Sitting in the morning
window, I gaze
at gray sky, gray trees,
curving tracks
in fresh spring snow.

Then a flicker, blue flutter—
quick color just beyond
the frame of my gaze.

I turn. Nothing
there, yet something

has shifted the beginning
of today. Some silent wing,
lifting the air.

Jennifer L Freed writes mostly poems, and sometimes writes very short stories. Please visit her website at jfreed.weebly.com.