Hike-ku's
poetic meanderings with milou
Saturday, 28 December 2013
The storm last night is threatening grey and dark this morning
the market was devastated, blown apart even a hefty awning
By the lake the waves were lapping like the sea
the wind was unkind, whistling through both Milou and me
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment