The snow has gone,
But the naked tree
Has yet no bird
For us to see:
Against the sky
The tree stands tall,
Wanting a bird,
Shapely and small,
To break the lean
Black bough austere, –
And break the frozen
Silence, here,
With a spring note,
Startling as thunder,
On ears awaiting
That first wonder.
But the naked tree
Has yet no bird
For us to see:
Against the sky
The tree stands tall,
Wanting a bird,
Shapely and small,
To break the lean
Black bough austere, –
And break the frozen
Silence, here,
With a spring note,
Startling as thunder,
On ears awaiting
That first wonder.
— David Morton
From his book "Angle of Earth and Sky," 1941.
Photo by Dan Hardison
Wilmington, North Carolina
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