by Ken W Simpson
Tattered shreds
of scabrous clouds
scud across a restless sky
as exquisite sounds
rise and fall
ebb and flow
pianissimo
or shriek with the wind
in harmony with brass
strings, woodwinds
and the passion of percussion.
From:
Ken W Simpson
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an Australian poet specialising in free verse., A number of my collections are available online at Amazon and elsewhere.
Last updated February 28, 2014