The Swallows Have Gone
Why linger here on the fringes, still
Hanging on for dear life, it seems
The scent of jasmine haunts, yet
No time for playing keeps
The swallows have gone
Wind chimes, they swing
Lights turned low
Moon guards
Me
~*~
Copyright © Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment