Monday, August 24, 2015

today


today

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.



7 comments:

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.
n♥

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 :)