WHAT DOES A WINDOW FRAME? 

 

Trees are so trusting

at their most vulnerable-

each leaf a promise. 

 

Glass aches for the sheer

extravagance of warm air

all day, all night long. 

 

Autumn has woven

veins of gold into brocade.

How long will it last ? 

 

Just before snow falls 

silence opens like a thought.

Listen birds, listen……

 

 

© greg warren wilson 2010

the constant MIRAGE

This wave has never broken before,

 these clouds have never risen, or rained,

nor can this breath be breathed again;

 a goldfinch cannot pierce the sky

 or improvise the same song twice….

 Not one shadow – nothing remains.

 Birdsong, cloudburst, breath, wave,

 Only by changing remain the same.