kilcullen easter
the lambing time
evanescent leaves
provincial poets stitching worn out rhymes
into patchwork quilted semaphores of praise
all of these
mist like matting on muddy fiels
old men rejoicing in campaniles
all of these
everything that breathes is on its knees
for the coming of the lord
peace
posted by heelers | 11:02 PM
1 Comments:
Lovely poem, James.
Blessed Easter to you. God bless...
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