Wings of silence gliding
through the winter night.
Snowflakes fall heavy,
onto the violet back of the starling.
He lands on a branch,
joins his blood brothers.
Suddenly, soar through
the chilling winter sky.
Whirlwinds of lavender and apricot.
Land in a grove of Buttonwoods,
icy feathers ruffling in the wind.
One by one
they lift their wings to the sky.
Fleeing as winter comes
to the grove.
A lone starling
perches on a diminishing branch,
void of life.
Then takes off
into the still night.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
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I really love this poem, M.E.M., even though I didn't have a winter's night for the past 30 years, I still remember them. And your poem does them justice. Very poetic, love the last stanza.
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