The Linnet's Wings The Winter´s Tale, Ravens and Robins - Page 7

Ravens and Robins Winter’s Last Breath Blow me a blow of wind high in the tops. Leafl ess, still leafl ess, lifeless winter drops whiter than bone and through hard bitten ground delicate bells push up and make no sound. Screech me a screech would make a spirit quake. Moan all around, leave terror in your wake. Frighten mere children while it’s in your power. This is your fi nal battle, your last hour. Yes, you have fi ght but you can’t win the day. Change as change happens. Spring is on her way. Look, I have taken off my winter vest. See how gently light rain comes to rest there on your grave, old withered winter wind. Sleep there a while until the season’s turned. Go now, let bird song tune you from my mind. Oonah V Joslin Previously published in “Three Pounds of Cells” by Oonah V Josllin “Three Pounds of Cells” is A Linnet´s Wings publicatio https//www.amazon.co.uk/dp/0993049370 7