Treasure Island

michael oliver

(13-4-1948 / swansea)

Quatrain on the cusp


Somewhere - birdsong - somewhere
The grey air is pining
cold -speaking - proclaiming
the gloom of elegy

Submitted: Saturday, November 23, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 23, 2013

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The robins song gets more plaintiff as the days shorten and the air chills - it is one of the signatures of the time of year as autumn turns into winter

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