Blackbird trills dark hush of morn,
A carol to winter’s darkest day;
Straggler leaves still cling; forlorn,
The holly’s crown in disarray.
We’ve come full circle in our flight,
Our knowledge dimmed in knowing chorus.
Our hope rests now in promised light
On darkling wings, on berries bright,
In blackbird songs in the dead of night
And brighter days stretching before us. © JK December 21st 2016
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