small poems & small plates
And now the light is risingThe sun hits the hillsand warms the viewUp behind that the shapes of earthof housesof water towersSomeone's making teaso sweet the promiseno one alone1/2/21
And now the light is rising
ReplyDeleteThe sun hits the hills
and warms the view
Up behind that the shapes of earth
of houses
of water towers
Someone's making tea
so sweet the promise
no one alone
1/2/21