Signature
two bird notes
stave-clung in
the feathered cold
not amber dawn can obliterate—
they sway their separate branches.
Tree
tree dilapidates in the face of dawn,
in liquid dawn tree dissolves back.
Umbrellas
The type of wind
he could not find
breath-in
frail silks black-circle him
sheltering-in
 Tree, Signature, and Umbrellas are from Signature, by C. Murray
Micro-poems from ‘Signature’ published at Bijou Poetry
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Chris Murray 