Monday, October 10, 2016

Monday WRites 78


Splashes of gold light fading day,
Where are all the bird songs going?
Feathered fun has left the wind,
To console silhouettes at shadow play;

Silence wind, tis time of slumber
When friend stars, in rust tipped humour,
Play at nighttime sparkle .

EVENING RAPPORT © gillena cox 2016
[inspired by 'Streamside exchange' by Nigerian poet John Pepper Clark]

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #78, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


Written in response to
A Splash of Rust & Gold ~ Micro Poetry

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads