Sing

Sing
The birds still sing though winter reigns. 
Their lyrical cantata’s ring
across the bleakly frosted plains.
The birds still sing

with wistful memories of spring
beneath the blackened sky that rains
like teardrops on each feathered wing

throughout these temperate domains.
With subtle symphonies that bring
respite in smooth melodic strains,
the birds still sing.

© Lisa-Jane La Grange

“Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.” Romans 12:12