A couple more for good measure
Hopefully to get me back into the creative mode!
from Home for a Week 1995
Hopefully to get me back into the creative mode!
NIGHT SKY.
I left late, drawn by the dark night sky
My departure greeted by one shimmering
star.
Racing clouds scurried across the dark,
Wiping clean the velvet of the night.
Leaving clear the vast expanse
Of night in all its wondrous hues.
Then a thousand tiny lights
Of distant stars, too far to contemplate.
Other worlds or other beings
A mighty majesty lain bare.
A falling star brings down the eye
To gaze on twinkling islands.
As cottages their lights ablaze,
Prepare for bed, another day tomorrow.
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White Hill
I came down from the
sun-scorched hill
Roger M. Higgs
Into the mellow coolness
“Words provide
a clear,
lasting snapshot Of the secluded valley.
of a time, a
place
and
feelings. Hidden by the dusty trees
Often
personal to
the writer, Dressed in their summer
clothes,
evoking
when
returned to, There they stood
that time,
place
and
feelings. Like sentinels,
But shared,
by all who
….. To the dappled fields beyond.
choose to read.”
Motionless,
Surreal
Certainly unreal.
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