Still, I Sit

Still, I sit,

While setting moon still sits full in the sky,

And moonbirds sit still in a leafless treetop in a cold wind,

Bare branches speak of leaves fallen to the ground,

Not long ago green and full of life, now brown and blown away, life and death passing,

Near me, with seed already dropped, winter grasses quiver, as I begin to shiver,

Yet as daylight grows,

Still I sit.