Pit Stop
Gilt African.
Tag: morning
A List Of Things I Noticed At The Harbour
The dog’s bark ricochets in waves that break ‘gainst seagull’s calling.
On The First Day Of October
Alit along the current air did fall, in feath’ry glide, a-whilst my coffee waits, a crow.
Sunrise By The Banks Of A River
In age-long decades past rises the gilt Zimbabwe sun, the gutt’ral summons resonating – roaring – deep.
I Wrote A Poem While I Waited Out The Rain
Under the patchwork canopy that catches falling rain…
Some Blank Verse, In Which I Indirectly State That The Sunlight Fills The Room
Now mourned’s the passing peace of night, its flight flown with the scorching licks of star-fire at its torn ‘n frayed heels.
