Archive for January, 2015

Seven Poems

Posted: January 30, 2015 in nature poems

So let the stars stay up there,
you can still touch them in the river.
After the storm
nature silently surveys
her violence.
In the dead of night
only the river
talks to the moon.
Out of a slate sky
rain hammers nails
into the window panes.
Rain so fine
it’s dust in the air,
cobwebs in my face.
If we bothered to listen to it,
the river would tell us
about an epic journey from the moors.
Pen held out in the wind
and ink streams away
scrawling poetry across the sky.