on hardy’s darkling thrush (haiku x 5)
thrush calls in darkness.
you have sent me hardy’s poem:
a glimmer of light.
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night surrounds us now.
we start a fire between us-
new embers burn fast.
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last winter’s snow melts
into hushing rivulets.
water sounds green, lush.
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thrush awakens spring.
all other lovers will hear
our secret delight.
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alighting this branch:
a bird, your eyes, my fingers.
we touch now, at last.
Alisa Gordaneer writes a poem a day, raises chickens and kids, and teaches writing in Victoria, BC.
