The moon just a
crescent on the wane,
the sun seeping
the east with crimson,
I’m walking down
the length of the front paddock
to retrieve the
recycling bin. My son,
on his bike: Mum, there’s frost, I can feel the crunch!
The dawn just here and already so strong.
The dawn just here and already so strong.
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAre you going too, Lisa?! I'll miss your daily inspiration here. Thank you for your beautiful poetry; I'll be on the look out for you, make no mistake:)
ReplyDeleteDear Efi, yes, I'm finished my guest stint too and will very much miss your wonderful poems and the warm atmosphere on the blog. It's been lovely! And I look forward to reading more of your poems in the future, all best wishes, Lisa
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