Through the branch electric wire
Connect atop my only spire.
Above the trees that shed their leaves
And fall unto my rusty eaves.
Create a brief and green scene
Until the Autumn’s come and been.
After death, the dawning crown
Has all but turned the awnings brown!
Balancing without much thought
Toward a swathe of comfort,
The softened sun comes filtering
Betwixt cool winds contorting.
Coffee, toast and my newspaper
Insects orchestrate their caper.
Digging the soil, grass for show,
Windchimes in my open window.
Published by P. S. Clinen
Official website of Australian author, artist and musician, P.S.Clinen. He has published two novels - Tenebrae Manor and The Will of the Wisp, as well as the illustrated poem A Boy Named Art. His most recent release is a poetry collection Vignettes - An Anthology. All of his works are available to purchase on Amazon. He has several albums available on Bandcamp and other streaming services. Check back often for more by this author, including poetry, short stories, new music and other updates.
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