sword
a scythe of moss
scrambled in sprigs
of gray beards
brush
a spine
of ebbing currents
floating past the pebbles
embedded in the stream
wish
a cloud
combined with daffodils
to hold up the sky
grasping the weight
in their stems
Darkness
a fading demise
of a candle
set out by the wind
glowing fainter with touch
Umbrella
a leaf
engulfed in green and dew
reliving
as the dawn turns golden
YOU ARE READING
The absence of time: a poetry collection
Poetrymy notebook of thoughts and ideas, etc. I call myself a poet not because I am one, but I aspire to be. (Hence the username)
