Follow Mumbling Jack, my new blog

  • Spin - Whenever light is dim, there is always The sound of crows confabulating. Mornings are different from evenings only By old accidents of spin direction. If a...
    1 week ago

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

A Crisping of Leaves (After Before Night Falls) [John MacKenzie]

this is an audio post - click to play

As requested in the comments on this post, a poem of my own.

3 comments:

Brenda Schmidt said...

Thanks, John! That's a poem I wish I'd written.

Brenda Schmidt said...

I mean, I wish I was the author of that poem.

You know what I mean.

MackJohnny said...

You're welcome. I know what you mean. Thanks.