the horsechesnut tree
dropping pieces of herself
while setting tight buds
The turning of season
I quarrel with it
aware that it interferes with
acceptance
It's the robins
they have gone
mostly gone
they no longer sing to the rising sun while on my rooftop
or sing me to sleepiness and slumber in the evening
they too have seen the signs
They go elsewhere
where they can sing and feast
I must do likewise
only mine is a journey to inside setting of buds
Beautiful words painting a picture of the season.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful way of expressing your feelings about the changing of seasons.
ReplyDeleteI hope that fall and winter show you something as beautiful as robins.
These birds would not be as delightful if the didn't have a special season.
Maybe this time... a red bird against the snow.