
Stark strangers loiter to scavenge thoughts once hid;
both now bustle briskly under this fair poplar
my muse, she blows keenly to rustle up these tired
parchments – not scratched e’er since autumn
closed its eyes to shades of green. Before I woke
under dreaming spires, I wrote a sonnet for you.
Me thinks to keep it safe in heart, away from her prying eyes
and strangers’ judgement, at least until summer comes.
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Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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at least till then, Anita.
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At least . Thanks, Frank.
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