Take your Time

 

take your time

on the slate roofs the mist

turning mauve

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This poem was written out of enjoyment of autumn evenings. And, to finish, here’s Primal Scream –

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The Loneliness

 

the loneliness

digging a cat’s grave

this autumn night

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This poem was written for George, my cat. And, to finish, here’s Gene Clark –