I Catch In Their Plummet:

I catch in their plummet, shadows leaf. When fallen, they dance a zebra finch: From the bars of cages in disbelief, Years undone, another, inch by inch The world is capricious a blue disk The season unfolds in reds and gold The turning, stops-still like an obelisk Only-ivy continues lesser the billfold. A nomad through a veil of vapour- Walks, beside the vanishing grey lake. The boathouse sloshes an outpour Like a heart valve, about to break. Distantly a church bell sounds, high! It's as though the world is encapsulated In a crystal bell, where a bird's cry- Now dead, still blinks, amalgamated.