
It will be time
when the time is right.
Smell the blossom
It will be time
when the time is right.
Smell the blossom
Two swans through the mist;
drops hang from dank bare branches
Crow’s caw breaks the gloom
Copyright Francis 2022
Unseasonal warmth
through an open window; peals
of distant church bells
Copyright Francis 2021
The sooner the better…
There is no love on those horizon lines,
nor in the sight of ships
tacking their finite courses to
oblivion, spilling me
outside.
So who is it waiting
in the rain, feels its spots
cool on their skin, can smell
its sweet aroma
off the hard hot road, stretching away
around the lonely coast?
poem and picture © copyright David F. Barker 2012