Thursday, November 20, 2014


 Summers screen now pulls back on autumn
Leaves fall; reveal the empty filigree vistas
Wooded casements without a green drapery
But then softly a twittering murmur comes
Wanders and flutters to ears; the notes of pleasure
Upon naked branches, yellow and blue is still seen
And the Blue Tit sings its optimistic song still
For joy is ever in the world no matter the season