After two days of rain and snow,
of branches rustling with ice,
and winter still unrelenting,
the dog and I walked down the road
to the sounds of a thousand blackbirds.
There was a new clarity of sun,
a light falling clean and hard
through openings in the woods,
the song sparrow singing,
and a bluebird watching the field--
a sliver from months to come
as one time gave way to the next.
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