Black against light sky Bright flowers blown ; Bare branches now Reach beseechingly. Reluctant sun hangs Sending thin light and pinkness
To clouds sleek as cats Now paling, blue grey,
I see mauve dying into dark
Night sky edges in
The blackness awaits;
Dreams dangle like stringed balloons
A new born child gurgles How full the holly!
Forsythia large and darker
Birds shelter wisely
