the teasel skies
The foxes howl
amongst the languid Moon
worn butterfly's wings
the ever balming of the nectar pool
by autumns lullabye
The teasel skies
plays to their secret glade
No to sorrow and mirth
youndrer still
an owl hoots
down dusty lanes
Herald the verte moss
The panacea of a laughing leaf languishing
Best foot forward
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2024
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