Leo Wyatt Poems

Horizons

Swooping ceaselessly; swallows,
gleaning the seed laden reeds,
are summoned by something
tangible on the breeze.... more »

Moonkill

The harvest mouse,
Fearing the first bite
Of Autumn frosts,
Searches.... more »

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