Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Memory of a Lover

in the pale
crisp fountain
made of marble
and brick
a yellow bird
is getting lost
in the snow

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

always tight and crisp. i challenge you to bring me more than an observation. bless your poem witha second level. just an idea.

Anonymous said...

Very succinct image comes to mind; bright yellow against a gray and white background. Elegant in its simplicity..:)

p.s. Glad to see you back; you must be feeling better..?

Brian said...

Janet - yes I am back and am recovering well!