In Winter Rain

 

In Winter rain, the birds are flying

Branch to branch, tree to naked tree.

I can’t help wonder why.

Why this one flies to that.

Why those descend to there.

 

Are they seeking shelter

In the memory of leaves?

Do they console the trees?

Or do they think

to bring back Spring

 

By force of will?

Persephone in flight.

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