Winter’s Light


The pale sky was shining through
The wind, though it did blow,
To the majesty o’er the land
Of tumultuous snow.

Now it seems I took the hand,
Of one so graciously extended,
I was once asked by silver eyes,
And had my ways amended.

Only I had heard the cries,
And passing by, I spared a glance,
To a bird upon a simple shelf
Nonetheless I took a chance.

Stepping forwards, to whom myself,
I had deemed a crow,
He fled away with a cry,
After that, I’ll never know.

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