the shadows lengthen,
across pastures green,
light recedes,
brushed by the breeze,
enveloping all … … …
Archive for May 13, 2016
as we walk this life, encountering generous spirits, amidst many an apathetic soul,
may we cherish the generosity of spirit, by excising the soulless whole … … …
morning flowers,
secluded in the garden,
never knowing why,
morning dew is ever fleeting,
seemingly, always,
destined to disappear,
and dry … … …
my scribble “Old Sof’town'” appears in Vox Poetica …
http://voxpoetica.com/softown/
Many thanks to Vox Poetica for choosing to publish my piece.
Poetry resists Racism!
Scribbled Verse 