Poems by Roberta
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Leaf Birds
Familiar visitors
overstaying winter
hopping, skipping, flipping
always brown
field-marked with curly wingtips
flying with the wind
one warm spring day
all raked away
returning with the fall.
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