04-12-2018, 10:49 AM
Edging closer
Piss-yellow clouds
crowd the grey sky,
reflect in the gun-metal lake.
The tell-tail hangs straight.
We drift silently towards
dead trees clustered
on a bluff above
a rocky shoreline,
withered sedge,
a solitary watcher.
Piss-yellow clouds
crowd the grey sky,
reflect in the gun-metal lake.
The tell-tail hangs straight.
We drift silently towards
dead trees clustered
on a bluff above
a rocky shoreline,
withered sedge,
a solitary watcher.
