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​East Fork:

A Journal of the Arts​​


Spring Song 
By: Lilly Arthur


I saw you, little bird,
Amongst the branches.
 
You wanted me to hear,
And I heard, I listened.
 
Your melody rang out over the hill,
Filling the silence with your beauty.
 
The notes remained in the air,
Carried by the cold winter wind.
 
Your song did not match the weather,
Your song was bright and warm.
You sang a song of Spring.
 
Your song gave me hope,
That this winter might soon be over.
 
Thank you, little bird,
For your out of season song.