There is no poetry here
“Perhaps this is the day…”
“Perhaps ideas will spring like blades of grass
Pushing forth from winter 's fall…”
“That moment of sheer joy…”
There is no poetry here.
The peeling paintwork
Jon Collins
Tender Shoots
Tender shoots no more may stretch
Toward the light, no robust roots
To push through soil, and sand ,and loam
Where once the fragile buds of spring
Formed blossom, nectar laden,
Glistening with
The top of the hill
The top of the hill is a place where I linger
Casting my gaze on the people below
Taking my time as I let my eyes wander
Nothing to say, and nothing to
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Time it is
Time it is
Time it is to hang the light
To break the fast, to take the step
Time it is to loose the latch
To breathe the air, to find the path