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The moon appears through clouds between fingers of cypress
Dry leaves drift and blow over blue sand
A heavy curtain opens upon fogbound birds
The leaden clouds trail past unconcerned
And a low pressing voice in the wind
Disturbs the variable calm of the summer night
Drowning out the words to which the moon would have wished to listen
White-breasted Nuthatch (Sitta carolinensis) perching on a branch: photo by Gary Irwin, 2007
Moon hidden by clouds 2: photo by Greenelfmom, 2008
Eastern Spinebill (Acanthorhynchus tenuirostis), Tasmania: photo by KeresH 2008
4 comments:
L0veLY, i THINK it probably listens in its own specially way, not in ours.
Listening Moon for Mariana
The moon is always curious, she watches us night and day.
Delightful poem =)
Ah, my sister The Moon, watches all. Thank you for the beautiful birds and words..I especially liked "...The leaden clouds trail past unconcerned..." as it feels so true. Cheers!
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