Thursday, April 30, 2020

Poem: The Winter of Birds

The Winter of Birds

Birds do not sing in winter,

Cherubic tongues snowed in

By a desperate northern wind

The aftermath of a storm – debris

& broken wings.

In the silhouette of memories,

The tinge of dying light, fields

Of snow that clothed the ground –

They never croaked a sound,

Perhaps, they'll wait for spring.


                                        by Sally Delancy ©

2 comments:

  1. Author Sally Delancy, Beautiful poem. My favorite lines: "Of snow that clothed the ground –

    They never croaked a sound,

    Perhaps, they'll wait for spring" (Sally Delancy).

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  2. Thank you so much for reading and reaching out with your kind words!

    Regards,

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