The Cardinal
By Jane
The Cardinal seeks in deepening snow, seeds that winter cannot grow, his vibrant plumes of brilliant red recalls blood that does not flow. A winged clot, he comes to call at the feeder in winter's pall, to sate himself above the frost; congealed blood upon a cross. Written October 18th, 2001 © on Oct 18 2001 07:35 AM PST 10 • 0
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