There’s a Song
the trees
are lit
with fireflies
as summer
folds
into fall
travel takes way
only distance and time
can say
geese appeared
on the green
strolling along
the cart path
dots of rain
on a monarch’s wing
brushed the water
a clear canvas
the picture could be
most anything
or nothing
but nothing
is something
for silence
can fill
the empty space
with sound
the baby bird
lived
on the edge
of endings
chirping along to jazz
looking up into potted leaves
before it fell
silent
never knowing trees
or seed
or a puddle bath
or soaring flights
on the break of day
but it knew
love
TL