If the tidal swell of human emotion Could stop this world from turning, It would’ve done so on the day The sands of his hourglass Drifted wholly into the deep. The clocks would’ve held back their tick for him, The moon stock still in waxing crescent ever more, The sun, somewhere setting, somewhere rising, eternal,…
Day: September 18, 2020
Morning Haiku – 68
Lazing, grazing Cattle meander meadows Like drifting clouds