Saturday, November 29, 2008

red epaulettes

a cloud of red-winged blackbirds tipped
onto new planted trees and fresh-laid sod
loads up the telephone wires, fills in the cyclone fences
drive through the fumes of music


farmlady said...

I can see this lovely poem. I see the words.


farmlady said...

P.S. I love your "About me" statement:
"Oakland resident in a time-warp." Love it!

castlewon said...

what reminded me of this old poem were your bird pictures. Thanks.

farmlady said...

Well..., thank you.