Monday, February 6, 2017

No Winter Song by Patricia Crandall

 

 
Birds
did not sing
in the winter wood
this season.
There was no trilling,
garbling or birdsong
to enchant the cold winds.
Gone, were the vibrant reds,
violet blues and
snowbird yellows.
The song was an unnatural
eerie silence.
 

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