Friday 19 June 2020

Lightning dances : A Poem

The Night sun
offers smiles 
when moon rivers
glorify his reflection.

A summer storm
brews across the miles,
lightning dances
in the horizon.

1 comment:

  1. The leaves are aquiver
    Restless with the what will be
    The old tree braces again
    Every root tugging I'm unison

    Drenched to a shiver
    I look for meaning in this rampage
    This old heart is worn and tired
    Maybe this is my only redemption