the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Monday, 28 March 2011

Ron Koppelberger - One Poem


The damp earth owing the sun in heated
Tendrils of mystery, by the lines of green luscious
Moss and lichens of dew drop moisture,
A sprig of ragweed gone to seed and birthing the breath
Of wild dance in the soul of those
Who feel the dreams of weedy fortune.