Monday, August 30, 2010


This poem is a response for this week's prompt provided by
Thursday Tales.

 I gasp whenever
the winds of time blow you
to my door once again
(And for a short time,
it is
how it was)
The rooster momentarily pauses
and allows us
a secret coupling...
He winks
before averting his gaze
in a westernly direction.


Kay said...

hehe... enjoying your blog...


Jingle said...

this one is outstanding.
love the image!