Singular Song
written by: Jim Bates
What a singular kind of song it is
A herald of fresh new spring
When above the weary marshland
A red-winged blackbird begins to sing
Floating out above the cattails
In the early morning light
It lifts the tired winter spirit
With a sense of hope so bright
Off in the hazy distance
Like the loneliest kind of sigh
A faint glimpse of that coldest winter season
Waving a final long last good-bye.
DEC 2019 / DEC 2022 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Jim is an award-winning author who lives in a small town in Minnesota. He loves to write! His stories and poems have appeared in over five hundred online and print publications. He has also authored 27 books, including poetry, flash fiction, and short story collections, novellas, and novels, all of which are available through traditional outlets and at his site The View From Long Lake.
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