Melting Clock Poem by Adrian Cox

Melting Clock



Melting Clock

Morning wakes
to a cold sun.
Birds freeze
and dropp from trees.

Opaqueness thaws
to the clarity
of transparent drops
that drip
tick
tock.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: birds
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Adrian Cox

Adrian Cox

Lincoln England
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