Just a Day

Just a day The day is partly overcast, shadows and light chase each other up and down a hillside, where I came from nature is hardening and there is already snow in the air. Tiny lilac flowers grow under- don`t know their names ( do I look like a botanist) Only the almond tree is bare of leaves, unpicked leaves Hang like baubles that have lost their shine. I take a walk on the road it is cartwheel wide and has fallen into disuse, but for generations to come it will be a healed wound across the landscape. In front of me, a bird blue and white has fallen out of the sky; I pick it up- its beak is grey It blinks and dies gracefully. I place it on a stone its soul is still in my palm and gently blow to set it free. A breeze makes the leaves tremble.