Quatrain On The Cusp Poem by michael oliver

Quatrain On The Cusp



Somewhere - birdsong - somewhere
The grey air is pining
cold -speaking - proclaiming
the gloom of elegy

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The robins song gets more plaintiff as the days shorten and the air chills - it is one of the signatures of the time of year as autumn turns into winter
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