Silver Point

Sharp against a sky of grey
Pigeon's nest in naked tree;
Every silver'twig up-curled,
Not a budding leaf unfurled,
Not a breath to fan the day!

World aspiring and severe,
Not a hum of fly or bee,
Not a song and not a cry,
Not a perfume stealing by—
Stillest moment of the year!
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