A Day In The Poet’s Life

Letters from jesswick.com

Sunrise and morning light
And the sight of melting snow.
Chirping birds and blue skies
And the sun burning bright.
Midday and silent mind
A melody of verse.
Shadows of afternoon,
A mark of tiring day.
Sunset and evening fall,
A slumber of thought.

Lancelot

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