Through the Window

Transient the grainy grey of 
Morning
Slips unnoticed into view
Shrillness carried on the ribbon of birdsong
Cuts through the grey bluish hue.

Dense the mist in blanket form
A shrouded cover to cloak the sod
A distant measure all but hidden
Etched fingers of branches held aloft.

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