Four blue jays and twenty-one geese
A hawk, a starling,
Seagulls away from sea--
                                                           ­                I read you like a letter
                                                          ­                      A haiku in Spring
                                                      I heard you like soft Autumn walk
                                                      And clouds not wanting to be still
I heard you in the wind,
When it blew in from the North
A crisp clean chill
An announcement
Of endings and beginnings
                                                      ­    I saw you in the Sun that did not last
                                                I saw you in the expectant Moon that came
Made way for darkness and dawn
Then gave it all up to the wind
                                                       And I flew.