Today I walked in snow.
A tiny unnamed bird,
--unknown by name,
unnamed except for
courage--
did its best
to sing a spring-time song
in a winter tree
--“bare ruined choirs”—
I sang along.
John Robert McFarland
“Two kinds of gratitude:
the sudden kind for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.”
Edwin Arlington Robinson
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