The strength of small...


The Wren In Winter

Look left from oak to right of beech

Glance up to slumbered canopy

A ball of rufous mottled feathers fills with crisp cold air

You beauty of the frozen mist and frosted whitened wood

Sing loud, sing long

Sing spirit full with silken rare and rippled song

Winter fall as sigh to spring till end of March

The stretch of wing

And then with warmth on day

Of sudden gift you come to be

As strength of angel-silk your tune

As broad in reach as sky-lit moon

Beloved of all the sounds that fly

That I have heard or light will see

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