Tag: poetry

no love is lost between the river and crow

the autumn river glows and remembers to flow

the squeal of river otters fills the grey

crescent at dawn guides the traveller with a smile

hands hunger for the gold upon cloud ridges

after the skyline dusk cloud slopes heavenward

noon nap fill our heads with deep blue

this body alternates between different planes of existence

rain after midnight hard to tell between dream and reality

in the process of greying in our concrete space