2010 03 march snapshot poem

if i were to tell you
everything
bare twisted branches
against a graying sky

if i were to tell you
dreams thick
with familiar strangers
one of them always you

a few birch leaves
cling yellow to the tree
an empty red mailbox
a white black-tailed cat

the dog coughing
pawing at her mouth
her enlarged heart
still beating 

this to say
i could not tell you
everything even
in silence

Comments

[Betherann]

The tree looks like an old woman with long gray hair hanging over her face.

[Cathy]

Ah, it's so wonderful to read your poems again.

[Wire Duct]

This is a kind of a solemn poem as I understood it. You really do a great poem.