eclipse Posted November 19, 2015 Share Posted November 19, 2015 Autumn's departing breath does notdisturb trees stolidly balanced onwinter's tightrope. I see a robin redbreast, heart on stilts, flit acrosssnow lit branches. I walked withthe moon unable to catch it's trainwhich was elusive elevated highabove me. Migrant seagulls whowill find their way home, save animprint of the winter moon. Acornswait to be recovered by a squirrelexperiencing memory's false echoes.Ticket to hide provided by Beaumontpark to elude the multitude,under winter's sly ascent the roseis robbed of it's scent and furnishedwith a frosty beard. My senses arecarried on the sun's rickshaw as theyfollow songs of the thrush, queued thattarry, until he detects and accords withthe trees heartbeat, the thin heat hascured boughs of stagnant sleet, thebird has to act upon but cannot matchthe winds rough dialect discovering ithad no tongue as it crashes againstboughs. Red-wings forage to fuel theirplumage, flowers cannot persuade rainto fall,they wait patiently for the returnof their perfume. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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