“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label groundwater. Show all posts
Showing posts with label groundwater. Show all posts
Saturday, April 28, 2018
Growth
The poet steps away from the poem(s)
but feels
the groundwater trickle
nourishing the green.
Painting By Fyodor Vasilyev (1850—1873) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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