The Sky that Falls by Deniz Besim - HTML preview

By a Pond

There couldn't be anything more profound

Than the sight I see by a dreary pond:

Skies, storms, lakes and magnificence.  A bond

Between swans, ugly-ducklings and the sound

Of beauty in the cold.  Flocking around

Are the sparrows, crows and wild birds, who're fond

Of my property.  Taking out a wand

Of wondrousness.  I throw a single pound

Onto streams of marvel and wish in deep

Prayers for success; with caution, appeal

To birds to do me justice.  Then I weep

In depths of looming silence.  I shall feel

Compassion for the hungry.  They can keep

The bread I give.  With it grace do I seal.