Thursday, December 31, 2009

To a Blackbird (for Auld Lang Syne )

Familiar, commonplace,

unnoticed

beneath the trees

a blackbird works the leaves.

-

Searching, delving,

stops,

and through gold rings

looks up at me,

then stirs the fallen leaves of fate

with golden beak.

-

Familiars,

since the wood's birth,

our passing easy,

you working the leaves,

me tending the trees.



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3 Comments:

Blogger Olive Tree Guitar Ensemble said...

Hi, it's a very great blog.
i could tell how much efforts you've taken on it.
Keep doing!

1:24 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi I really liked this.One good thing about all this recent snow is that it is bringing birds that don't usually visit into my garden and I have had a blackbird couple coming daily for about a week now.I really like the blackbird, it's a beautiful underestimated bird.

10:16 am  
Blogger Johnthebarman said...

Thank you both.

10:33 pm  

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