autumn 1996

       
       
        the long blade of cold
        slides thru the closed window
        and stabs my shoulder
 
        a week ago
        an agitated cloud of birds
        settled for their rest stop
        on the trees next to the highway
        replacing the missing leaves
 
        crowds of birds
        would take to the air
        like particles of pulsating smoke
        in circles in spirals and back
        to the trees
 
        go! go! I shouted and waved my hand
        half of the sky got dark
        soon there was peace
        around the leafless trees

                         wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
                                1996-11-02