Welcome to My Poetry Site
Left To Brew
The daylight hid from the nighttime
like a rabbit from the fox
As the sun ran through my memory
freeing moments that were locked
With twilight came a foretelling
and its darkness swearing true
But a light still burns inside me
-from a promise left to brew
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
like a rabbit from the fox
As the sun ran through my memory
freeing moments that were locked
With twilight came a foretelling
and its darkness swearing true
But a light still burns inside me
-from a promise left to brew
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
Left To Brew
Left To Brew
