still

this lazy frozen morning
I watched the leaves falling from the trees
fluttering to the ground in the breeze
like little drunken birds.

I watched the empty branches
sway and wave at me
in the cold blue sky
clear blue and still
like the eyes I still love
eyes I remember
from this life and others
eyes I remember
and won’t see again.

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The still by Rick Belden, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
December 5th, 2009 in poems | tags: , , , ,

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