Against The Chill Poem by jim hogg

Oh fragile bird your feathers seem
to bind us to the lifting air
they sift the simplest light, and weave
a thousand rich and shifting shades
and summon spring.

You flit between the hawthorn trees
that stood alone upon the hill
an ambush crouched within the breeze
a wall of warmth against the chill
of solitude

Oh fragile thing, your fragile song
compels the stars to flood the night
and all the world to dance along
through all the moments of the lives
you've set aflame.