September - Andrea English

[Larry Robinson]

September
 
Detaching myself this autumn day
from world news, I turn to
the ravens and finches for
authentic reports.  Walnuts drop,
cracking open just enough
for beaks to pry their meat
or squirrels to glean and plant
in their secret gardens.
 
                        "Last days for baths
in the fountain," broadcast the finches.
Eating and drinking, everyday toil,
I think how we share
a similar life, except for wars,
crime and generations of greed.
  
From what book do they learn
to sing?  to roost each night
on a favorite branch, or turn up
half-way to the border, their annual
winter circuit balancing each
hemisphere with pinioned precision
and plumed, imponderable grace?
 
     - Andrea English
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