hunter's moon-
the eyes of something caught
in my headlights
passing clouds-
for a moment i too
see blue sky
the stars i focus on much more
autumn chill-
i find again
my inner voice
autumn wind-
leaves on the silver birch
leaves that aren't
the road ends here
and there -
autumn fog
morning fog a robin's voice is all
too close this fog-
my windshield wipes away
some red lights
(Copyright©brendonkent2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well done, its a gr8 poem, keep it up :)