Season’s Greetings

I wish to make a poem with the languor
Of cool autumn, sleepy nights, and the
Blessings we have learned and freed,
Of easing around the stillest nest,

Stretching and yawning – some call it sloth,
But Sappho is now Sohni’s facebook friend,
Coursing continents like a classmate
Playing away with virtual doves next door.

It could be like a peachy Sopwith Camel
Flying over rolling fields, fuming with
Its cough. The view is pale and misty warm,
The morning bold enough to be on holiday

Is watching birds on fun flights flapping, wondering,
“Who knows what else or where impressions yield!”

2:32am, 5 October 2009


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