Poems from underneath – 19th December 2020

The crow rises
and falls away
with the stars.

14/12/20

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The gates closed
around the sun.

With the stars
and fir trees.

The evening
of pink light and leaves.

17/12/20

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The crows and seagulls
across the fields.

Their island of light.

14/12/20

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You are good,
the newcomer said.

Which, of course,
means drowning.

But, still,
you chew on his words.

19/12/20