The dawn seeps through fissures,
Smiles into new blue air.
The day gathers itself,
Consumes itself,
Slows.
The evening whistles with glamour,
Glistens with growing opulence.
The night gleams blackly,
Folds softly,
Waits.
This site contains a few pieces that use ‘swear’ words or relate to sex or other ‘adult themes’.
Jackson 