As cardinals and chickadees,
those beings who ignore the cold,
begin to break the silence of winter;
and as the light has risen
half way through the sky
on its way to spring equilibrium,
these birds insist on celebration,
every note of mourning put aside.
They sing as if the sun’s journey
were complete. And why rejoice less?
Any less, and you might doubt,
and this is no time for doubting;
for as any bird could tell you--
one glance, and you must do no less
than to sing the whole of it.
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