Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Departings

The leaves and the birds fly
Through a mirror-blue sky.
They rise when the winds call.
Like winnowing memory,
Birds scatter and leaves fall.

1 comment:

Catreona said...

Hi listener,

Frost? Well, I guess it is time. We've had two or three days now with sunny breaks, and a few mornings therre's been what looks like frost (would that be horfrost?) on north and east facing windows, but AFAIK there's been no true frost here yet. Can't be long now, though.