Gold Finch fledglings swing in the wind

Waking to sleet was a surprise
a cup of tea and back to bed  
Snow in March not uncommon,
beneath the duvet for another hour
to dream tents  and holidays
Now awake, the snow has melted  
sun again, pigeons back
and robin too.
Two Goldfinches on niger seed  
feed their fill, rest from home building
on  swaying branches of the red-wood.
The anniversary clock un-wound
brass orbs still,
.Is it a year since last we took the key?
A year since last we oiled the gears
A year since last It snowed
A year since last the Goldfinches
built their nest, now swaying in the tree.
There is nothing new, memories repeat
to be remembered  recognised with gratitude
stored again that again always  again
As tomorrow,unborn, will come again
the clock rewound to tick away the hours
Goldfinch fledglings swinging in the wind
pigeons cooing  hello beneath an empty feeder
swaying with the wind.