-Red Bird-
Blush beneath wide bone;
I hold my heart with both hands,
No strength for wide strokes
-Yellow Leaves-
Yellow leaves; wanton,
Cling close to branches with their
dead-red rimmed lips.
-Cricket Song-
When low clouds gather,
A cricket in the water
sings of falling things.
-When I Pass the Birds' Bush-
Birds inside the vine
pitch themselves from heights and dive;
chirping for the soul.
-Penny in the Fountain-
Penny in the fountain;
though many hands reach to touch,
you remain solemn still.
-Behind the House Wall-
Behind the house wall,
grass creeps above the wet moor.
This snow melts quiet.
-A Dead Man-
A dead man reaches
up for air, while proud pines wade;
both are cold and still.
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