Autumn’s Nest — A Poem

The day —

unseasonably warm.

The sun —

a smudged, pale disk


through atmospheric haze.

How did he see it?


within erect vertical grays

of leafless limbs?

A fibrous tea-cup


in the slim tree’s

thumb and forefinger.

In offering,

in invitation

to sip

the echo of Spring.



“Autumn’s Nest” — C.Birde, 12/15


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