The Winter Mages

it's been a late summer,
but today the flame robins
are on the wire

flit flit
and still

and flitter past a post or two
to a new perch
just like the last

silent heralds
of our winter,
they don't believe
the earth is warming
and have come down early
from the mountains

and still

as they dance
they splash the wintercolours,
black and snow
and a flash of scarlet

much as I love
a soft sun on my shoulders,
lazy zephyr,
growing green,
the agèd rhythm of spade, earth
and vegetable harvest

my heart like a migrating bird
has set its face
for the first snowflakes
and the clean wind