Through a Square Window

but the fattening sliver of the white moon
is still visible in the blue sky

hanging over a tall tree
whose leaves are dying in the fall,
whose branches are nearly naked

as a blackbird flies through them
wings out-stretched—
dark crow in November.

Jane Beal
La Casa Capitol
Benicia, CA


One response to this post.

  1. This is lovely. I found you via your other blog on poetry, for which, by the way, I’d like to thank you kindly.


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