It is a day of grey skies
and orange trees, strange
birds passing through.
Is this my life?Ten years of mountain
weather and the leather
cord broke and the bell
fell from the gate,copper bell and blue glass
beads scattered on stone.
This pain, what is pain?
It is just thisOctober moment, this
warbler with its tail up
in the air, looking for seeds
in the fenced garden.
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and so it is - i like this poem
Posted by: barbara | 26 October 2005 at 10:38 PM