Sing softly,
sweetly to Winter –
that bare-boned,
pared-raw
season of ragged echoes.
Curl your lips round
the North wind,
round those clear
bright notes,
and,
with sweet ardor,
sing.
— C.Birde, 1/9/18
Wintersong — A Poem
2 Comments
Beautiful poem.
Thank you, Cristian 🙂 This poem serves as a small reminder to myself, to enjoy the quiet and introspective nature of Winter.