Thursday, 19 January 2017

possibles

sitting at the table this morning
writing or beginning to write
there was a trill and twitter
from across the street
a flock high up in the elms
flittering and then off
in one sudden swoop
is it too early for waxwings?
maybe not
in a day of melting winter
welcome welcome little birds
sing us your songs

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