ollebosse: This morningI watched a goldfinchDisappear into a treeThrough a hole no biggerThan my ope
ollebosse: This morningI watched a goldfinchDisappear into a treeThrough a hole no biggerThan my open mouth.From the hollowThe birdBegan her crooning.That’s what poetry isI thought –Not the tree,But the hidden song.Not the bird,But the instinct to climbInside the darknessTo sing.By Benjamin Gucciardi | Artwork by Christer Karlstad -- source link