Old age is
a flight of small
cheeping birds
skimming
bare trees
above a snow glaze.
Gaining and failing
they are buffeted
by a dark wind—
But what?
On harsh weedstalks
the flock has rested,
the snow
is covered with broken
seedhusks
and the wind tempered
by a shrill
piping of plenty.
How would you summarize this poem?
A flock of young birds becomes frustrated in the snowy and windy weather.
The snowy and windy weather keeps a flock of young birds from flying.
A flock of young birds tries to find something to eat but fails.
Despite the snowy and windy weather, a flock of young birds still manages to eat and survive