The dark woods circle the clearing.
The marsh birds, safe in their stalks,
Curtains to the yellow,
Cautiously wading.
Wick and wings — wand
Over, under leaves.
Merlin shoots — morning,
Smokes the light
Air.
The woodland birds,
High and low,
Flick and feed,
Soon will turn,
To fallen
Seeds.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 1:49 PM UTC
The dark woods circle the clearing.
The marsh birds, safe in their stalks,
Curtains to the yellow,
Cautiously wading.
Wick and wings — wand
Over, under leaves.
Merlin shoots — morning,
Smokes the light
Air.
The woodland birds,
High and low,
Flick and feed,
Soon will turn,
To fallen
Seeds.
