Friday, November 2, 2012

Morgenlied




winter leaves




I saw a white own outside my window,
The tree was bare, the trunks show three.
.
Icy leaves, motionless on grass,
shaped as bells of crimson glass.
.
Azure glass and emerald glass tremble,
as I walk pass the place, humble.
.
The owl stood in the tree alone,
and in her beak she clutched a bone.
.
I went up the hill,
the universe was white and still.
.
And there was neither tree nor bird,
and no bell shook and no leaf stirred.


Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 76: October 31-November 7, 2012





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