The unmoving of the air sings the midwinter sigh
Trees being unheard veils of the summer memory
Their thin rhythm hold the alighted evening notes
A suggested whisper in the dusk sky emptiness
These bird placed improvisations lilting with some aria
In the fabric of the turning seasons slumber
A winter air lullaby a roosted moments harmony
To the wan sun and the year's setting
michael oliver
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-birds-of-a-winter-evenings/
