Winter Wren
We wanted
to sing
something
new, but all the notes
were taken.
Half tones,
overtones—each
had
a name someone
else had come
up with. Maria,
couldn’t
help us. She
had
problems of her own. Trees
lapsed to
silence on
the west
side of town.
Scary,
but we ventured in,
one step
at a time.
Darkness
gathered round.
Then light
came with cascades of
joy and melody.
Hidden underneath
a leaf a wren
sang a new
song
before the throne.
—Donnell
Hunter
7 February 2012
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