A Winter Blue Jay : : By Sara Teasdale ( 1884 – 1933 ) Crisply the bright snow whispered,Crunching beneath our feet;Behind us as we walked along the parkway,Our shadows danced,Fantastic shapes in vivid blue.Across the lake the skatersFlew to and fro,With sharp turns weavingA frail invisible net.In ecstasy the earthDrank the silver sunlight;In ecstasyContinue reading “A Winter Blue Jay : Sara Teasdale : : Bird Poems : :”
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