Friday, December 10, 2004
Beautiful poem from Elizabeth Reninger
Late Autumn
as if drawing his
lost leaves back
up to naked
branches
the maple's quiet
silhouette pulls orange
silk from a waking
horizon
pauses here
with you on the cusp
of dawn then with a single
cardinal bursts
into a fire of song . . .
copyright, Elizabeth Reninger
as if drawing his
lost leaves back
up to naked
branches
the maple's quiet
silhouette pulls orange
silk from a waking
horizon
pauses here
with you on the cusp
of dawn then with a single
cardinal bursts
into a fire of song . . .
copyright, Elizabeth Reninger
