
Unseasonal warmth
through an open window; peals
of distant church bells
Copyright Francis 2021
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