Mr. and Mrs. Bridge

I adore cardinals. So did my mother. Below is a poem about a memory of her and cardinals.

Vivid Red
There was a morning,
a snowy, freezing morning,
long ago – decades ago -
when you called me to the kitchen window.

Outside was a male cardinal,
his color stunning against the snow.
Such a simple event,
yet the memory is as vivid as his red.
That was the day I realized
that you saw the beauty, too.
(c)2006 Susan Sonnen

When we lived in Olathe, Kansas, I kept bird feeders outside our kitchen window. A pair of cardinals stopped by each day. We named them Mr. And Mrs. Bridge.
Any time that I see a cardinal, I consider it a good omen.