Posted by: Peadar Ban | June 14, 2011

Day Still As Death

Limp, dead, Day.
Day still as death —
In the trees no breath
Stirs leaves or limbs
Hung, dark as sin,
Unreal, mourning Curtain.
One sad note of jaycall
Hangs, repeats, ends —
Warning. Lone robin bobs on lawn
Brave solitary, brief color
Blots monochrome soaked stillness.
Behind blank windows, shut doors
Sleep or death, who can tell, Lingers
Gray, a pall.


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