My eyes move up and gaze at the bare brown branches behind my windows, moving towards me and away from me, to the right and to the left, defining with each movement their range of motion. The mottled grey sky shifts, approaches and retracts as the branches shake and twist and bend. A big sigh

To lifeOr deathNow do you cling;Why this life in limbo?Harken now, warbler singTo share with youThis bent bough.