Alas! Slowly disappearing Summer?

A weather bird seeks a secured nest
to lay her eggs and the offspring
definitely fly before the next summer?
While whistling the old man peeps
through his shattered window
And he counts like childhood days
How many summers
that he could fly
with his darned wings?

[As outward beauty disappears one must hope it goes in! ]-Tennessee Williams

nimal dunuhinga

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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