Saturday, November 04, 2006

The Cold Has Come In

I step outside
On this bright, late autumn afternoon.
The birds are atwitter,
They start flying
East. They head East.
All of them.
Their singing stops
As if even they can't stand
On this patch of land.
I'm left with silence, pause, listen.
It's that wrong: there's
Silence save for the sound of a plane.

C. Bronco


Buffy said...

I really liked this. And I love the word atwitter.

Cynthia Bronco said...