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.
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.
Dusk, I am the bird calling from a distant land.
ReplyDeleteA bird calls just once. And then just once again and then its silence calls.
ReplyDeleteSo quiet, so quiet my countryside
ReplyDeleteThe birds seemed not to sing
Till thoughts of you again arose
Like daffodils in spring.