Leaves, shivering in a watery winter sun
Each minute of our lives may be our last
Poems come out of wonderment
Say more about life then two-way conversation
Though in essence they are one and the same?
Standing on a shoreline he pondered
Observing as sea and sky
In the way off distance worked in tandem
Lost in the sound of water music
As rain drops hammered on waterproof
Such beauty in that moment
Consumed an audience of one.
Poetry from The ManShed
19/11/19
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