The icy stream bubbles between
shallow stones
singing as she tumbles
by boulders
and below submerged
black gum roots
A solitary titmouse whistles the descant
chickadees chirp a staccato antiphon
from on high
white-throats rustle
like brushes on a snare drum
in the scattered leaf layer below
Howling winds whine
through white oaks' bare branches
breezes rattle beeches'
lingering leaves
Winter waiting in the woodland
Advent choir along Dogwood Run
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