The birds of a winters eveningsA Poem by Michael Oliversometimes 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. 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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Added on June 22, 2013 Last Updated on July 2, 2013 AuthorMichael OliverAboutI 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..Writing
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