The First Day of Autumn

The sun got up
with mop and bucket
to clean the sky
from dawn to night.

When her work
was done
she turned her
pale bed sheets down.

Sighed the thickets
to the birds,
another day is gone.

And in the dark
the sleepless heard
a soft voice cry,
I am all alone.

September 25, 2006

Previous Entry     Next Entry     Return to Songs and Letters     About the Author

Main Page
Author�s Note
A Listening Thing
Among the Living
No Time to Cut My Hair
One Hand Clapping
Songs and Letters
Collected Poems
Early Short Stories
Armenian Translations
News and Reviews
Highly Recommended
Let�s Eat
Favorite Books & Authors
Useless Information
E-mail & Parting Thoughts

Flippantly Answered Questions

Top of Page