a dreamless sleep was awakened
by the morning moon.  gazing through
a window with tattered curtains,
i could smell the scent of autumn on
the late summer wind.

the scent of ripe berries and the water
in the marshes are as faint as mist
being scattered by the western wind
before the chirping of the falling leaves.
ancient sadness gathered by the moon

is a migrant bird on a journey
past the autumn woods.
a bird that flies past the edge of the sky
into perpetual silence.
i sit by the window curtain
gazing beyond the treetops
at that lopsided mirror on the blue.