Rufous

What serves as a beacon of hope for Rufous,
who, perched stiffly on a frosty twig,
sings of breezy, sunlit feathers?

A miniature glacier has formed in his nest,
and he, who has grown weary of wintry nights,
contemplates another frigid evening covered only by fright.

Staring down from an icy branch,
the white almost looks stitched on
a wide lawn of frozen crystals.

Rufous,
avid dreamer of luminous days,
blanketed only by frost,
hums aureately
in search of airy golden feathers.