A sepia dawn reveals
a two-tone world,
surrendering colour to
frost's brush,
reminding us of
long ago, of men in
hats with scythes
and threshing bees.
A cruel cold heralds
a quiet kill,
testifying intent with
frost's knife,
reminding us of
long ago, of men in
helms with guns
and yellow legs.
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
