Monday, 5 September 2011

The Change Is Unchanging

black ribbons,
flesh and feather and bone,
ripple the sky twixt and around.

copper backed
scarlet jowled rollers
in fear of shot hug the ground.

red white smudged
tardy ebony arrows
pack their bellies, Africa bound.

I went to sleep
in Summertime,
I next awoke
to find Autumn crowned.

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