Four Tao philosophers as cedar waxwings <br />chat on a February berry bush <br />in sun, and I am one. <br /> <br />Such merriment and such sobriety-- <br />the small wild fruit on the tall stalk-- <br />was this not always my true style? <br /> <br />Above an elegance of snow, beneath <br />a silk-blue sky a brotherhood of four <br />birds. Can you mistake us? <br /> <br />To sun, to feast, and to converse <br />and all together--for this I have abandoned <br />all my other lives. <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Larry Bole<br /><br />Robert Francis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waxwings/
