April without her
How blue-skyed April is
Golden leaves shine like curly hair
Still one cicada’s grating the peace
And a voice next door
or a passing aircraft
gives echo to a world out there
In this blue love
silence moves like a lure
April passes on brightly by day
bitterly by night
15.04.05
Golden leaves shine like curly hair
Still one cicada’s grating the peace
And a voice next door
or a passing aircraft
gives echo to a world out there
In this blue love
silence moves like a lure
April passes on brightly by day
bitterly by night
15.04.05
posted by Grant Duncan at 8:17 PM
1 Comments:
Grant, check out your page on the Aotearoa NZ Poetry Sound Archive site:
http://aonzpsa.blogspot.com/
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