monday verse: alcaic

Out in the deep wood, silence and darkness fall, down through the wet leaves comes the October mist; no sound, but only a blackbird scolding, making the mist and darkness listen. Alcaic by Peter Levi A brief return to my Monday Verse posts, with this lovely little autumn poem by Peter Levi. For those who may … More monday verse: alcaic

monday verse: winter

A simple passage of weak notes Is all the winter bird dare try The bugle moon by daylight floats So glassy white about the sky, So like a berg of hyaline, And pencilled blue so daintily, I never saw her so divine But through black branches, rarely drest In scarves of silky shot and shine. … More monday verse: winter