The birds of a winters evenings

The birds of a winters evenings

A Poem by Michael Oliver
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sometimes a ifs I came home in the late afternoon, in winter, there would be the odd collection of birds in the trees in front of my home.

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                             The unmoving of the air sings the midwinter sigh
                             Trees being unheard veils of the summer memory
                             Their thin rhythm hold alighted evening notes
                             A suggested whisper touching the dusk sky emptimness 

                             These birds placed improvisations bright with some aria
                             In the fabric of the turning season slumber
                             A winter air lullaby a roosted moments harymoy
                             To the wan sun and the years setting
       
               
    

© 2013 Michael Oliver


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Michael Oliver
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I like capturing the world in various mediums for a long time I was a painter, but more recently I realize the same imperative can be used to direct words as well as brushes. more..

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