Are winter sparrows in the park In its top branches are perched A cheerful song a sweet note A hungry eye for berries searched Folded wings and a tiny shiver A flurry of many fluttered wing Then as one voice in a chorus The little creatures begin to sing The joyful news of a newborn king Their message pass year to year Triumphant in such solstice cheer In that long twilight bright aureus The sound of nature glorius Atop the twigs of golden laurus
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Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
Writing on the many happy little birds strolling through the park one winter day at Christmas.
Comments (4)
Thanks for sharing it ...Merry Christmas
Kathy