The frozen song

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The sea that summer hissed

Through the poplars’ rippling green

Has ebbed now.

Leaves cold-crisped

Crick crack

Like the bleached bones of last spring’s blackbird.

His rich golden song

Still as ice,

The notes frosty pearls

Rocked in the black depths of the winter sea

By the unvanquished robins’ lullaby.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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