A Boy’s Valentine

A couple dozen oranges still
Hang high in the lifeless tree
All the birds have gone into the sky
A stiff wind blew them away
Even the cat has deserted me
A boy on Lake Ontario’s shores I
Used to sit on cold windy days
Like these thinking up lines
And writing them down fast
Before my fingers froze
Years later little’s changed here I sit
In a cold wind scratching away
A scribe all my life I know
Still trying to say the way
The branch scrapes the window
The sun sweeps into the bay