New stillness beyond my old window as this grey(ing) day is moved to Heaven's tears. First bird-songs return to fill the trees, gone white again with "grief". With poems sung of a long Winter's end & feathers grey as February rain, the old Mocking- bird returns to my back gate [just after waking]. What wind spoken prayers will grace those barren trees-still black with Autumn's departure? One crow beyond my cold Window; Solitary [too] the snow -flakes, turning. Light&Shadow February 2010 Photograph of Poem w/digital effect 2010