Food in Winter

Today we went for a winter walk, 
the sky blue with threatening clouds. 
Our goal was gelato and chips.

Through the park the squirrels were nibbling
their winter stores,
blackbirds and tits flitting
in the berry bushes.

Walking back, licking out ice cream,
our hands are red with cold,
quickly picking our chips, growing tepid.

We pass again the squirrels and birds,
filling themselves too
with their winter food.