When Poems Lilted

Summer’s gone when poems lilted
fibber tunes of one thing for another—
self-wallows under willow-leaf—
shaded frog-croak water—

when bright little singings—
liar airs clotting even water—
enfulled a fool.

Now, nothing left but winter—
water songs sing ice—
voiceless noise under
leaf-lack willow shade.
Winds shriek no name.

Deplete

There are several versions of this poem in the repertoire. One of these, perhaps not the best, is part of a manuscript collection of poems, Have, by Lee Robison.