Michael Edwards

FIVE MORE FIVE SEVEN FIVES

 

 

FIVE MORE FIVE SEVEN FIVES

 

Like falling raindrops

She fell into his being

And flooded his heart.

 

Shafts of probing light

Entangled in swaying grass

Slipping through like fish.

 

When no one can hear

The broken express themselves

With simplicity.

 

Obscure in the mist

Growing in stature and noise

Nearing the platform.

 

Sidling up and down

On the roof of the old barn

The fantail pigeons.

 

 

 

Michael Edwards © October 2017