The Winter Wakes With Some Joyful Sound
Sunday sonnet
Published in
Mar 12
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A twee- dee- dee-dee echoes out in song
from branching lilac canopy above.
Below, in snow, where sun won’t shine for long
hear coo, coo, cooing of a mourning dove.
A tufted titmouse sings the same old tune.
It sits with bright black eyes so patiently.
These birds do know…
