Thursday, August 16, 2012


I'm forsaking
insatiable world of censure,
dip in flora and fauna
of my foreboding -
who sings first
morning quivering song? -
I am not sure:
timid sparrow? starlings? or robin?

Wobbly bumblebee buzzing
above bushy mums
while the crow is stretching
its wings like a missile,
creaking door begs pardon
for more music to come,
and the distant freight train
adds the concert with whistle.

Sound will hang on the tree
as dewdrops before fall,
and surprise early walker
with chimes in the air...
I lift curtains, bend knees,
foreboding this call,
day is gaining its balance
in peace with no fear.

1 comment:

  1. The sights and sounds
    Or birds and no hounds
    You catch on your walk about
    Hold such clout
    Just a nice day
    Before winters awful snowy display