Brightly they sang
In chorus tonight,
As I passed through them
In the marsh:

A choral perhaps,
Oratorio, to
Procreation and
Bounty of Spring.

But I've also heard
On cold Autumn's breath
That single
Solitary voice:

Baritone, solid,
Uninhibited,
Unmistakable
Individual power:

A lingering Prince
Reminding yet,
A weary Earth
Of his presence.

05/13/2003

Author's Note: Along the Little Bear River

Posted on 05/14/2003
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