Mockingbirds perched atop
Treetops of elms
Sitting upon their barren twigs
Barren, for winter has now
consumed us
The leaves have fallen and the
grass is again dead
Brown
Lifeless from the freeze
Lifeless from the cold wind
blowing day and night
The ground seeps steam as the
first rays of light appear
As the sun creeps over it
Like a cat stalking its prey
Dull, like a dying flashlight at
first
Then bright in the midday sky
In a sky so blue
You feel like you’re falling into
an ocean
When you gaze upwards for too
long
All while the mockingbirds sing
their songs
Cold or not
Another day has begun
Another mile to drive
Another job to work
It seems endless some days
But we all know
All days will end
This poem is from my book : Petals Falling
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