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Time and weather strip the purple lustre from his wings
A fungal down of morning dew whites the fields
And shines like diamonds in the dead rook's back
The transient geese have disappeared 
May blooms in the hedgerows and ivy shouts the end of winter from the tops of trees
The winter stript fields are lush again

The song that sings itself is all around
The gate to the next field is open
The winter beaten path whispers beneath new blades of grass