Through the eye within my mind

In autumn when the leaves burn bright

We used to see the geese in flight

But now the sky is dull and still

The heavy sun sinks without will.

The geese fly out where I can’t see

And so their lives are closed to me

So the city is more bare

Even sparrows disappear

Watching geese gave me much joy

I often stopped to see them fly

I envied them their  spread out wings

The beauty of this made me sing.

But now my mouth is shut and cold

My heart and body grow more old.

The city with its belt of

of green

Is choked by houses small and mean.

Yet in the pavement small weeds grow

To the cracks a life bestow

Sometimes daisies,sometimes grass

There is never total loss

And tbrough the eye within my mind

The image of the geese I find.