Just another day,
the second hand’s heavy, relentless tick
tells me to raise a fizzy glass,
toast these new beginnings
I’ve been yearning for, forever.
So here’s to you, all of us,
crossing this threshold of hope,
to witness a new dawn
when the bearer pours out his spirit,
that free flow of wisdom
hidden from the ages.
Copyright Francis 2021
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
The shaman in me
Collecting wood for the fire
Fall’s communion
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
copyright Francis Barker 2020
Outside I sensed you, just a little warmth in the wind, perhaps a whisper of something said in a distant age - your rage against time. You are all around us some say, looking for a host, a creed I won't subscribe to in my antediluvian mind
copyright Francis Barker 2020
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