hope

even when
there are no birds,
every morning
she scatters day old bread
outside her back gate
knowing
spring will only bring
soggy crusts, sodden grass

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. things and flesh
    Jan 24, 2017 @ 19:53:54

    your poetry is modest, and I love that … “hope” achieves a brilliant, honest light

    Reply

  2. Julia
    Jan 24, 2017 @ 20:17:23

    I think birds still like sodden crusts though maybe. I agree with things and flesh – I really like the simplicity and genuineness of this.

    Reply

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