Metaphors II

Sweet whisper of the grapevine

serene Monday twilight

treacle and cream cheese

impeccable homely blessings

granite and slate limbs of the glyph

in the endlessness of blue sky

yellow wheat fields

dry fallen pine-needles, wish

for expected moist

innumerable city lights

the beggar’s empty cup

wind hitting the window shutters

bread hardened on the shelf

glaucous insubordinate sea, abundant

conches and seashells

reddish autumn leaves falling

teardrops of separation

wanderer of plains and hilltops

darkened fate of innocence

who I have been