Aubard Poem by Neil Crawford

Aubard



Dawn smeared through night

in shades of dirty pink.


Pendulant belly of cloud breaks

over grateful, thirsty ground.


Nature, a series of mirror images

linked by unseen umbilical


Reverberates in ourselves,

leaving finite traces.

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Neil Crawford

Neil Crawford

CHESTER, ENGLAND.
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