listening in january

[fledgist]

trumpets that echo vainly in the grey

chilly slow moving winter afternoon

call to us hiding each in our cocoon

 

we want to turn from all the good they say

claim that the messenger's another loon

trumpets that echo vainly in the grey

 

do not inform us of a better day

that is our import we see no true boon

in their loud signal they have come too soon

trumpets that echo vainly in the grey