bird cries lift me
from the shallow
surface of sleepwhile i slept
flood walls broke
southern cities drownedthese northern hills
bleached tan
the maples turnbirches rustle
storms swirl
lifting the seasouth and north
autumn comes
north and souththe darkening
this is very nice!
Posted by: cindy | 21 September 2005 at 06:13 PM
This really is very special. Very deep. Almost silent.
Posted by: David | 22 September 2005 at 06:51 AM
Beautiful.
Posted by: Bitterroot | 22 September 2005 at 06:21 PM
Ah, it's soo wonderful to read your poems again.
Posted by: Cathy | 23 September 2005 at 06:02 PM
Intense vortex of a poem.
Posted by: Pearl | 26 September 2005 at 02:14 PM