Till Spring Sings
By Dale Leffler
Inspiration piece

Now there is nothing

no words on the wing

no voice in the wind

no color at the berm.

Only black crows and starlings perch at the feeder

cormorants and turtles hide beneath white topped water

blustery bands of bitterness strike at

bite at my exposed neck.

Sol shines without much warmth

chipmunks, fat squirrels, briar rabbit and fox

slumber sunk in their sub-terra burrows

till spring sings its sweet song again.

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