it’s March
and the white sun
is a soft pearl, veiled
behind a swath of bluegray

here below
the fields are empty
the trees, inscrutable
there is nothing much to see

so, close your eyes
open your ears, listen–
in the stillness you will hear
a whispered warble in the distance

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