Winter Song

House of Heart

The sun has lost its domain,

snow birds shroud its light.

A handful of starlings quiver

on bare branches tiny in fixed feathers

they could fit in the palm of a hand.

Their fragile song suspended in frozen breath

sings for the reach of an outstretched hand

clinging to a red-tailed kite above fields

of sunflower faces or wildflowers in full bloom.

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