February Morning

[purplybob]

I watch a goldfinch hop then fly.
The sun warms my cheeks.
I smell the camellia blossoms.
I watch the trees dance in the wind.
A black-and-white cat keeps an eye on me.
A red-tailed hawk circles then departs.
Spring promises...

And all is fresh and vital
Because of you.

[Buh4Bee]

If I were the recipient of the poem, I'd have no complaints, but as I am not:

The poem seems more like a list of pretty morning events then a well crafted poem.