By Jay St John Knight.
The streets are draped with
Lights like dewy spider webs –
The moon is a pearl.
By Jay St John Knight.
The streets are draped with
Lights like dewy spider webs –
The moon is a pearl.
By Jay St John Knight.
Still sea’s surface is
A clear mirror of cold sky.
The Cormorant dives.
Distant winter sun
In sky as cold as tempered steel –
Wind dances with frost.
By Jay St John Knight.
Sporadic rain falls
On hunched hoods in greying streets
And I sip coffee.
By Jay St John Knight.
Heavy eyes blink open
As the first rays pour in.
We lie, limbs entwined
Like tree roots.
Beauty sublime.
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
Angels fall from the sky
Encased in tears
Of lost time
From the Great Eye.
–
Shimmering gold sunset:
Bright descent of The Holy
Bound in droplets
Racing to ground never met
By Jay St John Knight
September drizzle
Speckles the grey windscreen clouds.
Gutters become streams.