WREN’S SONG
Snow flurries flutter
As winter wrens mutter
In a wood that’s bare
Of little seed to spare
Old man winter’s come
Cold, cold weather’s home
Spring’s horizon dare
Not for all, for some
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ODE TO KEATS
A feverish heart
Of roiling blood
Stains poet’s start
When beauty stood
Where loves abound
What truth be found
