From a window
I peruse,
My new view,
I watch silent rain,
That settles softly,
In crystal droplets,
I rest elbows on the sill,
And cast my eyes,
On bluebell woods,
Nearby,
A bird on a bough,
Is tuneless,
Until the door opens,
I step out,
And he sings…..
Linda Stuart Harnett © 2009
Hi, I am Balan, Sandy's friend! The poem is picture-perfect. Shades of Haiku... As you opened the door, we too, come to the open and hear the bird singing... Thanks for your beautiful verse, shall be on the lookout for more
ReplyDeleteA lovely poetic bijou, Linda. I see the bird as a metaphor for the world of nature...out there, waiting for us to open the door, step out to see and hear it.
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