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 |  More poems for Promptly Poetry, stuffed into this book because I have reached my limit. |
One dark and frozen February morn - persistent, but yet faint through double panes - trills the long absent music of birdsong, awaking me with its familiar strains. Emerging then, from my quilted cocoon, unwrapped, but clad in flannel head to toe. Drawn by the sweet warbles of a soft croon, I search for the singer by my window. February, your wind unforgiving steals every warmth the sun strains to provide. Tell me, where can my spring birds be living? Where in this icy wasteland can they hide? By day, they scavenge, preparing their nests, at night, in secret hollows do they rest. Written for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT "  Prompt/Week # 29 Use this title for your poem: Ode to February |
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