HAP Posted November 17, 2014 Report Share Posted November 17, 2014 For Jane on her 60th birthday, November 17, 2014 The birds of winter have returned— The house and garden buttoned down Against the cold and damp and snow— The leaves hang brittle, brown and dead, Their colors fled like summer’s birds. Your birth was sixty years ago-- Today, I mourn the empty space, The granite stone, the stolen days, The vanished dreams now wreathed with tears Like winter rain on frozen ground. The birds of winter will depart— The birds of summer will return— And house and garden will again emerge. Four years of winter bind my heart— But buds remain within my soul. © Harry Proudfoot Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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