The unmoving of the air sings the midwinter sigh br Trees being unheard veils of the summer memory br Their thin rhythm hold the alighted evening notes br A suggested whisper in the dusk sky emptiness br br These bird placed improvisations lilting with some aria br In the fabric of the turning seasons slumber br A winter air lullaby a roosted moments harmony br To the wan sun and the year's settingbr br michael oliverbr br