rivers (Remove filter)
A Step Towards Winter
A STEP TOWARDS WINTER.
I look into the mirror’s depthless space
and note the wrinkles that, somehow have grown
into something I wish I didn’t own.
The knife of age has cut into my face.
The greys within my hair have moved apace
from where the bird of youth had lightly flown
to make a nest of life that it could own.
I wish it hadn’t sprinted in that race.
...
Friday 1st March 2013 3:08 pm
Recent Comments
David RL Moore on Draft Dodger
20 minutes ago
Graham Sherwood on Draft Dodger
2 hours ago
Tom Doolan on I Remember Joy
4 hours ago
John Coopey on A Sense Of You
5 hours ago
John Coopey on Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
5 hours ago
John Coopey on POO IN THE LOO
5 hours ago
David RL Moore on Draft Dodger
6 hours ago
John Coopey on SPRING CAFE
6 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on The indefinite sentence
6 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Bungalow Dreaming
7 hours ago