meadowpatch

The sound of a garden growing


Quiet Star

Who adorns the night sky

With silent reflection; a shadow

Bird in flight glides

Into darkness, it’s depth

Fathomable only by flicker,

Soundless sights of dark.

The suburbs ponder inward

Life, the streets still warm

From day yawn away

The endless plod

Of  carscape. You see

Her quiet from the nest

Strong, resolute and sure

Thought returns a smile

 

 

 

 

 

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