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Back home from field trip, exhausted.
Couldn't resist this one, though: from jb_slasher If you see this, post a poem in your own LJ today.
For Meghan, for the Haiti relief. <3
The stillness of a winter's day, revisited
The silence of an icy, altogether too early
winter's dawn is disrupted by the rustling of the wings of birds,
hundreds of them, swooping from tree to tree in smaller
flocks of twenty.
Shy red wings that don't chatter or chirp,
beady black eyes on me, white feathers like an eyebrow
raised as I pass, some seem to frown, their beaks yellow
in anticipation.
They are all changing trees until I'm inside
looking from behind my living room window, curtains half drawn
as if spying on them, my new feathered and unexpected neighbours,
feasting on red berries,
Brought here by the cold, I briefly think of
climate change, but still turn up the heat.
The coldest winter for thirty years even quiets down
those birds,
and finally me.
Couldn't resist this one, though: from jb_slasher If you see this, post a poem in your own LJ today.
For Meghan, for the Haiti relief. <3
The stillness of a winter's day, revisited
The silence of an icy, altogether too early
winter's dawn is disrupted by the rustling of the wings of birds,
hundreds of them, swooping from tree to tree in smaller
flocks of twenty.
Shy red wings that don't chatter or chirp,
beady black eyes on me, white feathers like an eyebrow
raised as I pass, some seem to frown, their beaks yellow
in anticipation.
They are all changing trees until I'm inside
looking from behind my living room window, curtains half drawn
as if spying on them, my new feathered and unexpected neighbours,
feasting on red berries,
Brought here by the cold, I briefly think of
climate change, but still turn up the heat.
The coldest winter for thirty years even quiets down
those birds,
and finally me.