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Gull's Cry

by Julie Adams

A lone snow gull
calls to me in cries
echoing between barren bark limbs
piercing through thoughts
of travel home

why do you linger here, seagull
drifting overhead
among the nor'easter winds
do you not miss the melting azure
warm, where sea and sky meet
beyond this land's sandy shore

the smell of oceans intoxicate
in the warm, fog afternoon
early February
in Brooklyn, why
did we both leave behind
the Southern sun


Posted on 02/10/2006
Copyright © 2021 Julie Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/12/06 at 03:11 AM

Something I too have wondered, especially here in cold winter Canada. Why do the gulls, and even the crows hang around...what can they possibly find to eat when the ground is covered in snow? As you can see, your poem is quite thought provoking, moving.

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