defiance …

The birds come back first, though it’s seven degrees out. I watch them:  raucous, small-bodied rebels, singing in the trees.  Red-breasted balls of blue fluff, they wear their colors as a dare — an act of defiance against February’s gray. I watch them:  hopping.  Chattering.  They warble and catcall, leaving a complicated series of footprints on […]