Monday, August 24, 2015



i saw a raven,
midnight and blue,
drink his fill from the storm gutter,
while the mallards endlessly practiced
their avian geometry —
etching watery triangles through sunlit shallows
where the pond weeds watched, dressed
in their early fall colors.

the birds didn't sing
a note.


Elizabeth said...

I was just thinking of you, missing your ethereal voice, and here you are! This is a beautiful poem -- melancholy and peaceful at once.

S. Etole said...

Remarkable, Leslie, just remarkable. So thankful you share your words and images with us.

♥ tinyWOOLF ♥ said...

this is superb, l.
simple, yet full.

Loree said...

Beautiful words that made the images dance in front of my eyes.

Tracy said...

Such quiet gentle beauty... sometimes we don't need a note to feel alive... :o) ((HUGS))

ayala said...

Beautiful! Xox

Becky Jerdee said...

Lovely, Leslie. Uplifting in a solemn sort of way :)