New York, Honeymoon Poem no.3
Spring, the birds are singing,
Leaping inside their bright world
While colourful predatory taxis move
In the shadows of the street.
Someone saws wood
Someone practices cello
The limbs of the trees
Blow towards one another
Crossing arms
Close enough
For the birds to hop between.
People shuffle close
On the warm street
Cascading like leaves
Into the dark subway.
To the birds we must seem tender
Maybe even loving
To live so close together
And perhaps we are
At least when the sun shines
It is spring and the birds
Are singing.
Leaping inside their bright world
While colourful predatory taxis move
In the shadows of the street.
Someone saws wood
Someone practices cello
The limbs of the trees
Blow towards one another
Crossing arms
Close enough
For the birds to hop between.
People shuffle close
On the warm street
Cascading like leaves
Into the dark subway.
To the birds we must seem tender
Maybe even loving
To live so close together
And perhaps we are
At least when the sun shines
It is spring and the birds
Are singing.
Yvonne Brunton
Sat 25th Feb 2012 22:47
love this poem Tom and the title is so encapsulated by it. I also read a hint that a relationship may founder into the antepenultimate line. A little sting in the tail??
Just a 'footnote'( after Freda's toenote)I feel it would benefit from more punctuation at the end -
At least, when the sun shines,
It is spring and the birds
Are singing.
I'd even be tempted to put one between 'spring' and 'and'(the old 'Oxford comma) to really slow the pace.