A branch shook.
A leaf detached itself
and fell
on to my verandah in the sunlight.
A bird had taken flight
from a height
above the eaves
and out of sight.
I wondered what bird it was.
I wondered.
I still don’t know.
(August 1998)
What can I say? You take a tiny moment in time and capture it for ever with eloquence and a soft brush. The reader can see the poet's eyes shining behind her words. A sheer delight. Love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Dianne Although this poem was written over 10 years ago it flows very well. I will look at some of your new work and vote and comment
I have just read this beautiful poem again, short sweet and very moving.
again so beautiful... something falls, then something flies....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good-bye captured in the fallen leaf and the flight of that unknown bird., But the sun never stopped shining. Lovely write. Warmest regards, Sandra