December bird in the bare tree
Your harsh cry sounds
Reminding me
Of death we celebrated by lamen-
Tations crying out
In the old
Days wails of anguish shrieking
Wakes curses that the
Gods
Had been so niggardly sweet
Nightingale of the
Winter
Woods hang out the snow as if
It were gay
Curtains
To a Woodpecker was written by John Harbison & William Carlos Williams.