Van Gogh's Last Picture
by Paul Gardner
The wind stirs darkening cloud,|
And tightening shadows on the yellow corn.
The birds swept up in flight
On streams of air, and gone,
Only the wind left.
But sometimes, when the turbulence turns calm,
A bird will land, and rest
On the branch of a weathered tree,
More real than all the gathered force of the wind,
And if you only knew how much. . .
If you only knew