Poetry Friday: Now Close the Windows

Now close the windows and hush all the fields:

     If the trees must, let them silently toss;

No bird is singing now, and if there is,

    Be it my loss.

It will be long ere the marshes resume,

    It will be long ere the earliest bird;

So close the windows and not hear the wind,

     But see all wind-stirred.

                            -- Robert Frost

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Photo by Janet Buell, 2011