[Byzantine Bindings]

Thursday, 10 August 2017

Time past...

blue sky
seeming normal
longed for simplicity
turning poems into music

Imagined field of poppies
yellow corn
probably clear blue sky
crisp linen shirt  bare
well worn dirt path

longing yet homely feeling
coming home to the unknown place
with low door
lowing cattle smell of bread
goodness lives here
in the tiny mullioned windows

peer in
table set with wonder
swallows under eaves
swift action silence on the wing
even roses round the porch

closing eyes 
better to see the wonder of it all
as singing gently
carries me home