#228 (unavailingly)

The orchard void of fruit

spilled on the ground

lie the remnants

of a bird’s nest

prematurely built and lost

to the returning frost

a solitary culver circling

waiting for the call

of her companion


Winter took him

into his grim embrace

scattered and frozen

feathers, bones and flesh

once Spring neglected

her promise of renewal

© Matthias Geh, 19th March 2018




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