Tag: rhyming

At the darkest time of the year
What joy to find you perching here
Upon the bare and sleeping oak
A merry song, a shim’ring cloak
To warm me in the harsh steel-grey
Of winter’s night and winter’s day
I’ll go with lighter step and mind
And leave my heaviness behind.

What a pleasure to hear your song
Up in the trees all winter long
-Essie Parker Walsh