Winter Song

House of Heart

The sun has lost its domain

snow birds shroud the light

A handful of starlings quiver on

bare branches so fragile in fixed feathers

they could fit in the palm of a hand.

Suspended in frozen breath they sing

for the reach of an outstretched hand

clinging to a red-tailed kite floating

above snowy fields of  wildflowers in full bloom.

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