Poetry Blogs (meadow's scent)
Though paucity of spirit plagues my steps,
And load of daily lifting breaks my back,
Her scent upon the meadow fills me yet.
Immersed in somber cycles that beset,
I strain to ascertain that higher track,
Though paucity of spirit plagues my steps.
It seems the chill of age, its frosty heft,
Does hound my soul while I resist the pack,
Her scent upon the mead...
Friday 1st November 2019 4:10 pm