Some bonus this
sun-bonus kiss,
summoning bliss
from loneliness.
Washing flags slow,
sways to and fro.
You love this also;
I imagine you so
gazing and thinking I...
under that scud of sky,
coloured in warm sun dyes...
us two little flies.
YOU ARE READING
Gifts and Shards Vol 2
PoetryThis is the second and final volume of 'Gifts and Shards'. This takes us from the second month to now well over three years later, though there were many C poems in the collections tracking the seasons. There are no similar stories!
