Who hears these days the chorus line of birds?
Concrete jungles synchronized to alarms
Who will carry to you
My love note?
The world still draped in reverie, I woke
To write my sonnet
The myriad birds
Tweeting sweetness mélange in verse
My love soaked in every strain
In a blood-drenched world
Carry my note to him
Who misses a loved one….
By the exact rust hue of a crunching autumn leaf
And the rhythm of a harvest
