My Word of the Month poem for January

Hi everyone,

The birds are out today,
answering the cold. 
Flitty stay-at-homers 
scatter feeder seed over the snow.
Geese practice squadroning 
on the frozen lake, preparing
for a flight they no longer take.
No one living knows the way south.
Only their shadows, like memories
of yesteryears,
walk with the cautious pedestrians,
tiptoeing across the ice.

(c) 2022 David L. Harrison