Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: wind
Wind moans in the eaves,a dead shrew on wet bricks.Paths soaked with sodden leaves. Autumn is up to its old tricks. Cold gusts and shafts of sudden sun,birds and clouds migrate the sky,Summer’s visitors leaving one by one. Better to … Continue reading
The season slidesto wind and showersand sharp hot sun(for rare half-hours)and all the worldlays waste its powerspursuing what it cannot own. Then mists and fogs and hazy sunriseships’ dull horns and lazy gull cries. Now blazing heat(bone dry pails)sandy feetsingle … Continue reading
Leaves blowingin a windthat has no origin(and no destination). Shadows fallingon an ancient wall(fall and fade). Still the childrenwatch the shadows fall.And learn and learnand learnto name them all(before they fade). Handsreaching fingertipstowards a distant,uncomprehending moon;clutching in frustration(shattering its reflectionin … Continue reading