Thursday, December 31, 2009

To a Blackbird (for Auld Lang Syne )

Familiar, commonplace,


beneath the trees

a blackbird works the leaves.


Searching, delving,


and through gold rings

looks up at me,

then stirs the fallen leaves of fate

with golden beak.



since the wood's birth,

our passing easy,

you working the leaves,

me tending the trees.

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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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