Left To Brew Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Left To Brew



The daylight hid from the nighttime
like a rabbit from the fox

As the sun ran through my memory
freeing moments that were locked

With twilight came a foretelling
and its darkness swearing true

But a light still burns inside me
—from a promise left to brew

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December,2018)

Wednesday, December 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: day,night
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