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