Not yet Frozen
Like stay birds of morning, some stirrings
Come to my mind, but unlike the birds
Do not sing, just flap their wings
And fly away, murmuring, perhaps, parting notes
Maybe, stirrings slip into exalted expanses
And as I attempt to net them into songs
They vanish , whereto, I fondly wonder
Have they actually soared up or slid under
Nevertheless, I cheer myself up, as I felt deep within
At least the flutter of wings, Yes, I ‘m not yet frozen
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