Tag: found poetry

  • Murmurs

    In the twilight of winter evenings  Dark and shambling  Weaving about in all that nothingness  Is that of pines and twitching leaves  Three thousand miles of nothing  Earth exhales her scent  Throaty little murmurs  Lying easy under the sun

  • Found Poetry

  • Worldly

    Draped among the branches  Happiness abounds  Yellow finches bathing  In a recess on a granite cliff  Unusually quiet  Beautiful and desolate  And as remote as the moon