Sleeping in day-bed
Under heaps of blankets, just
Feels Dickensian.
Skat@2020
Sleeping in day-bed
Under heaps of blankets, just
Feels Dickensian.
Skat@2020
Vehicle shoots past
Dissolving into silence—
Life in the country
Skat@2020
He lies between us,
Stealing space, sharing my breath—
Boat-motor running
Skat@2020
Persistent rain drops
Onto newly shingled roof
Distant wind chimes ping.
skat@2019
Remaining in bed
I hear the rain falling down–
Bird voices all hush.
skat@2019