When you're a sparrow, still chirp--and fly high.
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Amid November's frost
The trees still stand
Their leaves still applaud
The blowing wind.
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On a tree's branch
A sparrow chirps--soft, unsure,
Its sound unclear
But loud enough
For lost ears.
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None heralds the sparrow's chirp.
None applauds its dull, brown wings.
It does not twitter for glory,
But sings softly.
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The sparrow flies,
Wings against wind.
Its song mingles
With frost-covered leaves---
A path in the dark.
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Behind the forceful black crow
A single sparrow flies
Its dull, brown head tipped
But held high
As it spreads its wings.
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Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
A frosty November write for Mike's November Challenge:
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Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (5)
Well-wrought, Michelle! "Hope is a thing with feathers..."
Sounds surreal and the description is so vivid. Very nicely written, Michelle
So lovely, anything with quiet is welcome these days.
Lovely words and beautiful for November
This is so beautifully uplifting. I love how you’ve centred the quiet resilience of the sparrow.