I went into the morning To breed in the blackbird I did not stop Nor did I listen To a great crawl scalding the woods I took my foot into a quick step Least it's menace would upset my fragile mind I hurried to a place where the Blackbird sings There I stood inhaling his… Continue reading Breed the Blackbird

A young girl Sits by the canal A swan passes Winks at her Beauty to Beauty Customize buttons Like this:

When the green Shoots through the clay The earth is spring Hardened by frost Tempered by rain The waiting over It is for us To be Where daffodils dance

  There he is Alone in the canal Amongst the reeds Swooning in the still Almost alive Ready for flight Ready for life But there is no getting ready There is only a still The silence And the no tomorrow