by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | Ho
Hillside Horse Sense These horses wear their blankets in the chill Of April air, cloth ugliness devised To keep them warm but also making ill A lovely scene. Though practicallyadvised, From sloping beauty’s point of view There on the gentle field of freshest...
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | LO
Not Listening 0 When broken trunks crack open and fall down Inside your forest, do you hear? Is there A crumbling, crashing sound that makes you frown? Is suffering deafened, none of your affair? Perhaps you think there isn’t any noise, No broken tree, no...
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | PE
One Peony o One peony has blossomed late. To hold Her globe of fragrance up in bravery Is what she wants. Those petals would enfold The smiles of other pinks and there would be The others’ laughter, if she had her way. Alone she meets the sunshine, though. ...