By Jay St John Knight.
Sporadic rain falls
On hunched hoods in greying streets
And I sip coffee.
By Jay St John Knight.
Sporadic rain falls
On hunched hoods in greying streets
And I sip coffee.
By Jay St John Knight.
Indigo clouds mask
The rusty November sun –
Boats sleep in the bay.
By Jay St John Knight.
Frosted waves rear high
Before pummelling the pier –
Sea spray clouds my eyes.
November sun hides
Behind dreary clouds of grey –
Mulch melts underfoot.
By Jay St John Knight
September drizzle
Speckles the grey windscreen clouds.
Gutters become streams.
By Jay St John Knight
Copper leaves fall slow –
The summer poet writes smiles
And pain from the past.
By Jay St John Knight
Copper and auburn
Mosaic of fallen leaves –
Earth’s broken portrait.