Sunday 17 February 2013

Dusk


Dusk begins to gather in my room
Settling on my book and empty tea cup
I go to close the windows in the gloom
And a bird calls from a distant garden.

3 comments:

  1. Dusk, I am the bird calling from a distant land.

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  2. A bird calls just once. And then just once again and then its silence calls.

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  3. So quiet, so quiet my countryside
    The birds seemed not to sing
    Till thoughts of you again arose
    Like daffodils in spring.

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