Walking on
the moon
Giant leap
for mankind and all
An effort in
vain
Breeze
getting stiffer
Crickets and
rain duelling
Unto the
lightnings
Fir trees in
darkness
No comfort,
no fire, no house
Only a
chuckoo
August
evening
I.S.S.
passing above
Crickets
keep chirping
Flying with
the flock
To pick the
ripe, red currants
The white
sparrow
Summer
blossoms
The dark
night covers them all
White scent,
however
Summer
thunderstorm
After storm
and rain have left
Drops keep tumbling down
Freman on
the worm
Riding
through the desert for spice
And for
victory
Ripe
persimmons
Not plucked
under moon’s sickle
Intimate
porch swing
All
redcurrants gone
Blackbirds
have foraged the shrubs
But their
splendid song
Storm
driving grey clouds
Headlights
with different whites
Colourful
bolts, too
The pond in
darkness
No duck on
the black water
But some
lights dancing
And meet me on MeWe “Poets The Original”
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