Comment: January 9, 2004, Alexandria, Virginia
I have just looked out my window at a frosting of snow on trees and bushes. Watching closely, I see fluttering and flitting, noisy, back and forth among the bright holly berries. A look through my binoculars confirms it -- the cedar waxwings are here. The blaze of yellow tail stripe always startles me.
I typed into Mary Oliver+cedar waxwings to find a poem she has written, and I find yours. Wonderful. You get it!