‘To Be a Bird’ and Other Poetry by Rowena Hammill The Society December 18, 2012 Poetry To Be a Bird To foil the grab of gravity, To sail across the spaces Engendered by the cavity Between the mountain faces. To laugh at man’s ineptitude, His crawling, earthbound gait. To wing in silent solitude And at the summit wait While human snail ascends in pain. To flee before he spies How, effortless, you rise again To ever purer skies. Autumn Farewell to heady summer’s hazy days, The riotous hue that garden grew is gone. The harvest moon hangs fully in her blaze Of creamy luminescence, daring Dawn To usher in the ever‐weak’ning Sun, His time‐locks shorn, a feeble Samson’s curse, Oft‐clouded as he makes his daily run Or crawl, more like, across his short traverse. But with the smaller days comes welcome change. The rains bring green to parched and splintered earth, New blue to stream and white to mountain range, While plants retreat and plan for next rebirth. One final aspect sets the fall apart‐ God’s sunstruck leaves break open wide the heart! Rowena Hammill is a poet, cellist, and mother living in Vashon, WA. These poems are among the entries for the Society of Classical Poets’ 2012 Poetry Competition. Related Post ‘To a Red-Winged Black Bird on the Advent of Spring... To a Red-Winged Black Bird on the Advent of Spring For some a robin heralds in the Spring. Others: a crocus or a daffodil. My old man claims it’s... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.