and revealing myself one poem at a time
Oh, I hope they don't die....I hope they just fly to warmer climes!
This gives words to the November picture that I carry in my head. November is one of my least favorite months (right up there with February). Except that it contains Mike's birthday & Thanksgiving...
dirge of dying birds... At least their song goes away. One reason I love spring so much - their voices come back.
What Margaret said...so thankful their voices come back in spring...hope mine does, too :-)
whew....that last line...you easy us into it as well...while fall is the time of dying i find that last bit of brilliant color before the fall beautiful....and even after, full of texture...your last line is stirring though...nicely done