poetry diary

I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon)

A single songbird;
winter melody rising
over braking cars.

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Walking to work this morning. There was a single songbird at the top of a tree at the end of my road.

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