A quiet chill Redolent of last nights fire A tang trapped in the dew That pocks the lawn with a thousand bursts Like a carpet of sleeping fireflies A distant call Lady Cardinal reminds her hub To bring home some tasty treats For the youngsters breakfast As he flashes crimson
Month: June 2023
Poetry
Salt Air And Memories
Deep sea waits, flexing its’ fingers as it looks skyward Logs glisten in the sun, freshly rained on – hopeful Pebbles wait softly sighing in the wake of the tide – mournful If I stand on tiptoe I can see the sea faraway And in my dreams feel the wet
