Opposing ends of
The day salute each
Other in the early morning sky.
Your calls echo in the
Cold air of the woods.
Whether heralding or
Warning I am not certain,
Left out of the wild
Language you share.
I watch as frost
Forms in the air,
Briefly honoring
The power
Winter still exerts.
Sunrise pulls us
Nearer the equinox,
As spring gains
An ever-present
Foothold.
Crunchy snow
Leaves few hiding
Places,
The night-time
Revelers scurry to
Safety on the
Edges of the day.
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