waiting for the cobwebs
listening to the inner ear
and all our sonic reflections
Watching the winter tree waft
around in the tip-toe breeze
all is grey, grey, or should I
lighten the mood and say
not grey, but silverBut still it is a quiet time
Is it quiet with you?
I imagine you in a cottage
with an open fire, or in
a maisonette with art deco
surroundings
Wherever you are
take from this moment of peace,
settle with your own cobwebs
listen to your inner ear
let’s try one more time to balance
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here
