Dawn has come and gone
An owl hoots his ended hunt,
The world begins to warm.
Month: March 2014
Stone rests as a palm
Upon a pier support
Seagull floats by.
Nib scratches, coffee sips,
Quiet, in the other room,
Piano strikes.
Dawn has come and gone
An owl hoots his ended hunt,
The world begins to warm.
Stone rests as a palm
Upon a pier support
Seagull floats by.
Nib scratches, coffee sips,
Quiet, in the other room,
Piano strikes.