The morning hounds from the house
smell fox and give chase
The trees put their heads together
and lay bets, toadstools
and mushrooms take their seats
the fox must find his hiding place
before horsemen appear at the gate
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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