We end this week with some beautiful autumnal poetry from the always dependable, consistently excellent
. Poetry speaks for itself and speaks in a manner that mere prose simply cannot.So there is nothing else to be added. The work is complete and stands alone.
However, while I have your attention here I will quickly note that there will be some behind the scenes changes afoot as I go back to shift work starting tomorrow. If all goes well then you as the reader will not notice any difference here and the transition will be seamless. But just to be safe (and transparent) I’ll ask you to bear with us for the next few weeks at least.
But with that being said…
Enjoy.
TJB.
Two birds upon the sodden field
Did land in gentle rain,
Their solemn bond forever sealed,
The graceful autumn cranes.
Vast sweeping wings so skillful fold,
All gray and mottled down,
Their slowly stalking frame to hold,
In fall without a sound.
Their flashing scarlet heads do dip
Into the aging earth
And eyes do glitter at some quip
With cackling calls of mirth.
Fly! Fly! Why stay down here with us?
You could be far away.
Hemmed in by concrete metal rust
And noise that does not fade.
Yet thank you for your visit brief
That furnished such delight,
Your flight indeed is no small grief,
But memory so bright.
form: quatrains in common metre
meter: alternating iambic tetrameter and iambic trimeter
This is lovely!
Thank you. Best wishes.