There, on the black bough of a snow flecked maple,
Fearless and gay as our love,
A bluejay cocked his crest!
Oh who can tell the range of joy
Or set the bounds of beauty? "
from A Winter Blue Jay
by Sara Teasdale
May long weekend, Victoria Day and snow.
"She sends me news of blue jays, frost,
Of stars and now the harvest moon.
That rides above the stricken hill"
from A Letter From Home
by Mary Oliver