Wednesday, 23 March 2016

Flow

walking home today
passing the larches
'turning golden high upon the hill'
a little stream running down the curb
tiny bubbles beneath the ice flowing
as water ran down to the grate at the bottom of the road
and in the sun it all seemed so true
that so much is melting away
and there i was
watching it go
on a bright bright day

No comments:

Post a Comment