Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
When the sun doesn’t rise Majestically over The horizon But diffuses through cloud Like milk spilling Through ink When bird song sends Rain shivering Onto sodden paths When the moon has fizzled damply And stars have sighed and left Without saying goodbye When night… Continue Reading “Greydawn”
Thanks to Oz Hardwick for today’s Winter Wonder submission, Ploughing the Dawn. Ploughing the Dawn Dawn comes late, the tread of frost heavy on hard ground. Steady steps stride through snow, shackle spirits to icy shafts, weigh the balance, take the weight, and… Continue Reading “Winter Wonder: Ploughing the Dawn”