Saturday, November 27, 2010

Simply Ordinary


Quiet the morning
takes the song from birds
and wakes the sweater of silence

Who can disturb the air there?

Wings fluff,
diffused by sky and funnelled
along edges of lavender
where waiting is sweet
and there's no need to fly.










Posted by at

1 comment:

  1. Jerry Pat BoltonNovember 30, 2010 at 10:27 AM

    As I said before you have a unique way of describing yourself in your poetry. "sweater of silence" / "diffused by sky and funnelled /
    along edges of lavender"

    I rest my case.

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)