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 a silent mind
And melody of verse.
Shadows of afternoon
And the mark of tiring day.
Sunset and evening fall
And a slumber of thought.

Lancelot

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