Vinegar smile—black eyebrows, high fences
Icicles glitter reluctantly in the dying sun
The owl in the tall pine has begun to wake
We are lost—yesterday is tomorrow
Our days are short and nights are long
It’s time to go, but I don’t because
When I leave, I will be gone
You have your secrets
And the owl has her song
Author’s Notes:
The thing that I’ve been thinking about with this poem is the line “our days are short and nights are long”. It’s the type of line that has probably been written dozens or hundreds or thousands of times. Usually that would make me want to avoid it, but it struck me that it’s lovely that there are lines of english that just naturally seem to write themselves over and over again.
Favorite Line:
“Icicles glitter reluctantly in the dying sun”
Most Worn Line:
“Our days are short and nights are long”