frozen

running in circles

the little water droplets frozen

shoot off rainbows
a flash of black, a yellow

beak, a hiss among the lilac twigs

naked under the sun,

the blackbird’s wife follows

her vocation and love among rowans
the blue and the green

of the diamond ice sparkling

all across molten snow

speak of a creator not ignorant

of the finer things

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