 |
Arrhythmic metre of this union,
remnants of our turbulent past.
The muted spotlight of a watery sun
casting light and shade contrasts.
The waning of the evening light as
a pock-faced moon is rising high,
illuminating errors and regrets.
Cold, beneath a nonchalant sky.
Steve Wheeler © 3 November, 2020
Image by Steve Wheeler
No comments:
Post a Comment