CHAPEL OAKS
Scattering dark fingered roads
Across bright dazzled morning.
.
Jackdaws coming and going
like second thoughts.
.
Snow picks out the distant hills
As if they were unattainable heaven.
.
Cold clouds drift on slow sunlight.
.
The in-dwelling silence is a song
Stretched out to eternity.
.
It is what the red kites,
What the ravens, wheel and dance upon,
Uplifted by delight.
.
The pain of frozen air
Is how we know
we are alive.
—
CHAPEL OAKS (2)
A murmuration of starlings
A murder of crows
A ricochet of jackdaws
A damnation of preachers
A singing throne of oaks.
.
The bones of the snow
On a bitter wind.
.
March morning sky
Churning the bright butter of glory.
.
The hands of trees reach out,
Shaking in eternal prayer.
—
simonhlilly 
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