StarlingA Poem by Cate Winter
Aprils of my childhood
were not tinged white by snowstorms. trudging down sidewalks slick with ice I slip as I'm startled by a trilling call- (startling) starling black feathers made blacker still against storm-shrouded sky feathers already spattered with white flecks (starling starchild) paying little heed to the snow that falls around it singing his heart out branches groan against the late winter onslaught as he sings shards of ice flash into my eyes searing my skin and he sings a sunshine song for a mate and he sings for the spring for light for someone to smile as he sings and he sings. © 2012 Cate Winter |
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Added on February 15, 2012 Last Updated on February 15, 2012 AuthorCate WinterOutaouais, Quebec, CanadaAboutCreatrix. Toys words, arranging them into aesthetically pleasing forms. Forest-dweller. Does not play well with others. "The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unab.. more..Writing
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