A poem dedicated to my mom who collected and painted cardinals.
Red Bird in Snow
This feathered fellow has much to show.
Symbolic and regal, like a Cardinal’s robe.
True to one mate alone for life and love.
Thought to bring good fortune, sun from above.
My mother adored this scarlet flying dream.
She painted him in various scenes, a constant theme.
Now when I spy one, I sense her spirit within me.
Such beauty, on a snowy branch, a grand sight to see.
Every culture claims traits for this lovely guy.
Christians, Native Americans, Egyptians, Greeks.
The female, a warm brown in the background, so devoted.
A typical male, vibrant showman, takes all notice.
A beautiful contrast to a virgin white cover.
His signature red, a king’s chosen color.
Nature looks with pride and hope as he arrives.
Brings peace to all so even in death, love survives.
By Kathie Stehr
Feb 17, 2021
Dedicated to Dorothy Carpenter (1920-2003)