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 ©
Author Sally Delancy, Beautiful poem. My favorite lines: "Of snow that clothed the ground –
ReplyDeleteThey never croaked a sound,
Perhaps, they'll wait for spring" (Sally Delancy).
Thank you so much for reading and reaching out with your kind words!
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