It Was An Icy Winter Afternoon (Roundelay)

It was an icy winter afternoon
when I heard a bird crooning a cheery tune
and suddenly although feeling quite old
its song came as barrier against the cold.

I saw branches of naked stripped trees
like skeletons rocking in the strong breeze
while quite happily that bird sang quite bold,
its song came as barrier against the cold.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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