Monday, 28 October 2013

Fifteen Lines For Winter

The hawk in the rain
Waiting for the mist to clear-
The poet waits for words to fall.

The river running to its destiny
Aching impatiences for reunion –
Mountains gathering the rain.

Slap slap the drum beats out
Shifting the air between here and there-
Shuffling feet along the road.

Growing within your belly
A child swimming towards the light -
Breathing underwater.

Spring, but a dream just now
Another cycle yet to begin -
An autumnal storm shaking the chesnut tree.

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