When Birds Were Songless

When birds were songless on the bough
I heard thee sing.
The world was full of winter, thou
Wert full of spring.

To-day the world's heart feels anew
The vernal thrill,
And thine beneath the rueful yew
Is wintry chill.

by William Watson

Comments (9)

(Autumn Moonlight by Matsuo Basho.) **A beautiful picture.
nine words and we've got a video.. haiku jewel!
no wonder he is recognized as a master of haiku. IOt takes him only nine words and three lines of simple words to recreate a scene in nature
Nice micro poem on hibernation to overcome winter time!
An ethereal scene created through these lovely nine words that unveil the beauty of nature. Just wonderful.
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