Coppice Gate
A swallow's flight to nowhere
Friday, June 3, 2011
In verse: A summer morning
Poem written in April 2011
.
A Summer Morning
Sunshine dribbles on the leaves of my hibiscus,
and a warbler hops over tender stems in search of worms;
inside, I breakfast with my family.
I
once
wrote that Home was ma, dad, jiji, and me. It still is.
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