To sit,
Silently
Sharing duty
With your sentinel tree.
Seeking solace
In summer sun
That shines
And shimmers
From the symbols
That statefully
Signal
You…..
My Son
Category: Poems (Page 3 of 15)
Poems by Mick Morris
Resonance
Of stirrup and Anvil
Ringing
Masking the silence
Of the night
Replaying
The observation
Of encounter
Fleeting
Yet sustained
Where silence,
Desired
Is elusive