monday verse: alcaic

Out in the deep wood, silence and darkness fall,
down through the wet leaves comes the October mist;
no sound, but only a blackbird scolding,
making the mist and darkness listen.

Alcaic by Peter Levi

A brief return to my Monday Verse posts, with this lovely little autumn poem by Peter Levi. For those who may be wondering, the title refers to the four-line form of the poem.

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