By Thomas Page

The Winter asks aloud “Where

Have all the lovely

Birds gone?” They are Spring’s.

 

A sculpture garden

The most unchanging compared

To trees in seasons

 

A quartet of birds

Nesting in my mailbox; chirp

And coo in Summer

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