Only a week ago you sproutedA shock of yellow hairNow with a company of elderlyMen you trudge gray-headedUp the slope of the hill.Beware of children With pursed lips, cheeks puffed! Wear a hat lest the spring windSend your toupee a-flying. 

Cold day and birds are busy,Busy at the feedersBrown-headed cowbirds.Goldfinches, sparrows,Redwinged blackbirdsCold day and birds are busy.

Rain on my Window Not here insideWhere pink rosesCatch sunlightAnd overflowingOffer it backTo me