mock me now
and leave no room for unhappiness
a few dreams tipped out
libation to the gods
lets the now come flooding in
I sit in front of the fire
release of summer’s sun
and beat of birds’ wing undone
memories in branches now felled, and
heaped upon the grate of past, -
present and future stilled.
©Copyright Niall OConnor
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The Fire by nialloconnor
This is just beautiful, Niall. I especially love the. third stanza. The mild rhyme adds a nice flow to the words.
ReplyDeleteLeigh Spencer
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteEithne Reynolds
very fitting for the time of year
ReplyDeleteBeautiful image of the planet and us.
ReplyDeleteNuala Aine Lyons