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CHAPEL OAKS

Scattering dark fingered roads

Across bright dazzled morning.

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Jackdaws coming and going

like second thoughts.

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Snow picks out the distant hills

As if they were unattainable heaven.

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Cold clouds drift on slow sunlight.

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The in-dwelling silence is a song

Stretched out to eternity.

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It is what the red kites,

What the ravens, wheel and dance upon,

Uplifted by delight.

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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.

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The bones of the snow

On a bitter wind.

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March morning sky

Churning the bright butter of glory.

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The hands of trees reach out,

Shaking in eternal prayer.

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