Monday, January 17, 2011

creak crunch squeek

creak crunch squeak
creak crunch squeak
fluttering bird song
creak crunch squeak
chickadeedeedeeravens croak
a puffed up grey jay
on the road there is 'talk' in ones step this cold
on the pond snow blown about, slightly hardened
on the edge of the forest sinking knee deep
on the creek there is deep holes
at the spring i can't find no water
creak crunch squeak
that's the sunny sound of me

1 comment:

Sue said...

Thank you for this poem... it fits my day too :)