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| "Winter Titmouse", oil, by Debra Sisson |
The birds enjoyed the feeder in the
storm.
They chirped and ate and flew away
and back
again. The seeds will keep them
strong and warm
the way our friendship does. Love has
a knack
for knowing when we need some strength.
It seems
to come in sacks like seeds, and
all we do
is help ourselves, and soon the mighty
streams
of tenderness flow through us like the
new
and welcome swirls of snow against
the birds,
who shake them off by chirping
friendly words.
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