Whistle of Sunlight

Freezing fog
Ices over the bog
Of suburbs
Sleeping sound

Crows perch on
Dead branches
At the edge
Of the streets

Cawing effervescently
In the obscuring frost

It floats and cloaks
Unwithering
And stopping still
Sunlight

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