No Birds Sing on the Winter Solstice

No birds sing on the winter solstice.
Our shortest day is not brightened,
Nor is our longest night heralded,
by the high-pitched voice of a winged enchanter.

The nights stretch so long,
they draw near enough to whisper to each other.
hushed amid these whispers, we go about our business,
knowing they threaten us with cold death,
even as they entrance us with the mystery of darkness.

Perhaps the birds are also hushed by these whispers.
Perhaps none dares speak too loudly, too joyously,
Lest they be struck down by the hand of cold.
Or perhaps they, too, know reverence for the dark.

But as the sun rises higher and higher,
Day by day,
The birds are emboldened,
One by one.

The first to challenge the cold with its song?
The bravest of the birds?  The chickadee.
Each year, on some sunny January day,
A chickadee summons the courage to sing of the return of the light.

chickadee

A David of fluff challenging the Goliath of frost.
For weeks, none dare join him.
Then, come February, the Blue Jays, in their police attire
Call out their metallic Kweedle, Kweedle, from the treetops.

Soon, they are followed by the cardinals,
Singing as bold and brash as their crimson plumage,
As though they were the ones to break the spell of silence.

Each winter, whether the days be frigid or fair,
Whether the ground be snow-blanketed or mud-bare,
These are our harbingers… not of spring’s arrival…
But that the giant of winter will be overcome, once again.

4 thoughts on “No Birds Sing on the Winter Solstice

  1. The chickadees are indeed breaking the chilly hold of winter here. In spite of storms and more storms. I enjoyed the thought you put into this poem, and shall return to sample more.

    Thank you also for visiting my blog.

    I can’t help but ask if anyone has mentioned you resemble a certain general in the U.S. Army who met with overwhelming odds at the end of his colorful life?

  2. Chickadees and wrens are what I mostly see during winter. Oh, and goldfinches in their drab winter attire. Such a lovely poem – “a David of fluff,” indeed! Great line.

    • Thank you! Glad you like the poem. What part of the country do you live in that you have wrens in the winter?

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