blustery dusk sends
whistling, swooping, gusting birds
on freshening wings;
eddies swirl and nestle down
bleak sleeping ground is waking.
for: imaginary garden with real toads
shared at: poets united
Wearing wrap-around seduction. A blindfold angel in black. Mirrors to glimpse a fine troubled prince? Dressed-up pathway to the soul ...
and ‘good evening’ you say, with your will to encapsulate a world in two simple words. you drag me to your angle, box up...
Billions slip along its bullion branches sliding towards the grasping, greedy, greasy palms, of the high/ mighty, fake empty pockets w...