The Cure Does Not Work
A few days before the ice broke up
I lifted my head and looked into my brain.
The heat had risen so swiftly.
The coo coos could hardly sing.
I called and the wind came
From the mountains I would never visit.
Like a leaf I fell into myself,
Hoping to hide my misery –
But it was all a dream
Waiting to end so the day
Could make its beginning.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 08/22/2011 11:52AM by petersz.
A good read, Peter. Never mind the coo coos, listen to the ocean.
I guess that's good advice, Les, though I do love birdsong.
thanks for visiting,