Birdsong

There is a tint this evening
The robin sings in pink and grey
Even if no-one hears him, 
Like the birdsong gone before, forgotten.
I can dwell on reason so much
That nothing gets written at all, 
But the twilight tonight is lighter - 
A smokey rose 
And my words began on the branches,
Breathed out into the cloud lines
Pink and grey.
Maybe they won't be heard,
But it's about the saying -
Back into the sky
Living, before the night. 


LJ Ireton 2023

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