The Cure Does Not Work

A few days before the ice broke up
I lifted my head and looked into my brain.
The heat had risen so swiftly.
The coo coos could hardly sing.

I called and the wind came
From the mountains I would never visit.
Like a leaf I fell into myself,
Hoping to hide my misery –

But it was all a dream
Waiting to end so the day
Could make its beginning.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 08/22/2011 11:52AM by petersz.

A good read, Peter. Never mind the coo coos, listen to the ocean.

Les

I guess that's good advice, Les, though I do love birdsong.

thanks for visiting,

Peter