Wednesday, January 3, 2024

It has been a long time since we had a cow day.

 


I believe this unusually coloured cow is referred to as Mousey, but I find it is best not to get attached. 


Golden

Golden lay light upon the sill

after lunch, after school.

Day lingers slowly, a patch of light,

time pursues day retreats

but the moving trail is still new

and I wonder at the golden pool.

The window still speaks of sun

after night after years, decades of time

I see that golden time, still.


Guy

One of my older poems.


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