On The First Day Of October
Alit along the current air did fall, in feath’ry glide, a-whilst my coffee waits, a crow.
Tag: morning
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.
