the birds have blown south

The birds have blown south.Silence descends on the morning senses,soon smothered by the cacophony of construction — jackhammers gnashing asphaltmasticating dreamed memoriesfaintly clutched and clouded;the hope of a slow rise swallowed by the sun.The birds have blown south for their own protection from the leafless future ahead,leaving me longing for morning banter.The birds have blown … Continue reading the birds have blown south