agrarian muses and snow-covered ponds
how your angels sing the blues
atop tarnished ivory arches
interrupting your dreams by
bringing back consciousness
it’s just one more morning waking
up to sunshine and isolation
a single spot on google earth
a farmhouse
a mile in from gravel road aptly
named rabbit run
though unsure how you arrived
you’ve no intention of straying far
and on days to come find yourself
roaming fields in dead of winter
not a soul around for miles
and miles and miles
october two thousand seventeen
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I think that would a perfect place for angels.
oh yes, indeed!
Love it!!!
thank you very much!
Sort of a poem I could write, if I could write poems…..