Nowhere to Fly*A Poem by Paris HladNowhere to Fly
-Clinging to a Reed-
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The evening air is cruel tonight; A frost lies on the grass,
A gibbous moon peeps on the path, As my slow footsteps pass
A true farewell is kept within, As leaving is a mix of wounded words And broken bonds arriving cannot fix
A dog is barking in the woods; The stars are small and gray, And though they shine, They seem to shrink,
And would no longer stay.[1]
A thrush is clinging to a reed; She has nowhere to fly,
And I am turning from her gaze - I cannot say goodbye. © 2023 Paris Hlad |
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Added on August 10, 2023 Last Updated on August 10, 2023 AuthorParis HladSouthport, NC, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutI am a 70-year-old retired New York state high school English teacher, living in Southport, NC. more..Writing
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