songbird

each morning, greeted
grating ballad

watching
wayward movements

through sweaty coils 
of steam

some days, sunrise solace
others, pure annoyance.

sharp, fall winds have bellowed

and plucked leaves 
from your lovely tree

songbird’s absence 
echoes silence,

upsetting
my routine.

©Anthony Gorman 2014

Hands In The Garden

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