Birdcalls Poems - Poems about Birdcalls

... Again the dreams, each dark cold night, of a white horse, oh sweet delight; he turns to me, waiting it seems, each dark cold night, again the dreams. The snow falls, each flake......

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...Confidently, the topaz dusk light fades, into the charcoal. and rusty graffiti on the skyline. The blue hour brings eerie dirges, in the form of wolf songs and whippoorwill wing beat......

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...Mystical labyrinth of twisting harmonic warnings Gazing into infinity’s composing handiwork – Moonbeams in silver sung sonatas – Ivory hued cantatas resolved from heart pacing crescendos Sprin......

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... The dream begins at the old rusty gate, it groans- moans as I push it open wide; to reveal a house in a ruined state, and through decaying tangled vines I glide. The house like a......

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...Counting perching hawks trying to watch what they watch while a speeding car beneath tense feet races to overtake whatever blocks each sideways glance. Fifty percent of all bird songs go unr......

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...In Christ Church meadow - walked I there, on late spring day, quite clear and fair, walking slower than most dare, for May is under Mary's care. Sometimes, in arrogance, I claim, that man ne......

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...I lie down on the ground I can hear no more sound The sky seems closer I just need to see better I make an effort to stretch my hand I can touch clouds soft as sand They say I'm guilty for no......

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