A suffused chill, This late morning surveys. Like premonition of burdens that never come in ones, No ravens call, and silent is the chill. Sweeter than an affluent Flute Hoots a woodsy Grand-master For all near and far that lends a ear! No owl no where has ever sung a grander song Flirting Robins play Burrow with their thickets. A stranger knocks at the door - Only to find wood peckers Sizing their beaks on hardy palms. I sit transfixed, sigh Yet the human propensity daggers my heart To get up and move I pray, you stay my friend, With burdens least, To be wise before the Year!