30.12.10

come home.

Its evening and the branches are bare.
The fallen leaves tremble
the zephyr carries the winged bird home to its nest.
Fly my child,fly it says.

1 comment:

poetrymatters said...

Hello blogger
I do some publishing of poetry. I am starting a new project creating tiny give-away books of poetry to hand out to people travelling by public transport. There is no money involved in this project - except my own small outlay in paper and printing. But I could send you some copies as payment for the use of your work.
I am interested in 'Come home' to include in the first tiny book in this project.
I would very much like to receive your permission to use this poem as outlined.
I have a blog for a printed poetry journal that I publish.
http://poetrymattersjournal.blogspot.com
Hope to hear from you.