diffuse sunbeams back-light winter beauty
pausing between branches of our naked maple.
i recall days of glory—full branches sheltering,
offering shade from summer’s swelter.
dimming light softens the tree’s harsh outline,
compels me to bear aching cold
to drink in Jay’s bold blue, (cerulean
contrasted against a snow-draped background)
to balance ecstasy and pain.
The term “intrusion” refers to the appearance of birds in a locale that they do not usually inhabit. Blue Jays do stay in our area year-round, but somehow it’s always a delight to see them at this time of the year.