I Heard a Bird Sing

a poem by by Oliver Hereford

I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.

“We are nearer to spring
Than we were in September,”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.

the snow has fallen all morning. we’ve had scrub jays and house wrens visiting the seed we left for them on our covered porch. and you? soup’s on over here if you’re free.

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  1. the sand was a moving sculpture
    as the cold wind blew in from the sea
    a hundred baby seabirds rose from the
    beach in a kaleidoscope of color and movement
    turning. landing. rising together

    inside, with the smells of beef stew and cornbread
    in the air and the Christmas decorations strewn about, I thought there is only one other place I would like to be…they are having soup today

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