If you can, play this song while you read the poem. As I wrote I heard this melody, not for the first time. I really like it. Yes, our Redeemer helps His creation.
A Big Storm, Possible Blizzard Predicted © Molly Lin Dutina 2022 When my bladder wakes me I must check outside 2:45 AM the blizzard made drifts Inches high along the sliding glass door Windows framed in ice at their rims Daybreak shows leaves As they tumble over the snow-pack Streets have one lane cleared Snow removal men made a plow pass Spreading salt in their wake "No sense doing anything else," Weatherman told us, “It is just going to blow all over the place today” The wild birds are grateful for the full feeders Little birds welcome red-bellied woodpeckers Big beaks are able to loosen frozen seeds Below zero temperatures Wind chills double digits below zero Make us all bundle up Hurry outdoors for a moment and then back in Jack Frost is not merely painting today He will likely destroy flesh if it Lingers out of doors Mourning dove not moving Out bedroom window as I dress Mourning dove wing feather Ruffles in the wind Or did it move? Same mourning dove not moving out kitchen window Is mourning dove dying in bitter cold? Should I bundle up and get the shoe box From the garage and bring it in to thaw in garage? I am about convinced to get boots, hat, coat, scarf, gloves My breakfast hurriedly eaten Errand of mercy or folly Help that helpless bird And I notice it has moved a few inches up the garden hill I watch with bated breath Will it live without my help? Suddenly it flies off into the trees! How do they survive this frigid weather? Even the fur covered dog is unhappy And yet, those feathered birds Both large and small Are out there all day and all night Temperature last night was all the way up to 4 degrees Dog and I together with all my winter wear Likely could not have survived it. Father, Your wonders of creation continue And continue And continue again to amaze me!