Raven perches near my window
Marks the morning with uncanny glow
Threads of Silk cover over her
As the fire to know within her stirs.
Black Beauty so close, so near
Quite easily a foreign grip she fears
Patient monitor keeps the watch true.
Paints the heart red, never blue.
Raven perches near my window
Marks the morning with uncanny glow
Threads of Silk cover over her
As the fire to know within her stirs.
Black Beauty so close, so near
Quite easily a foreign grip she fears
Patient monitor keeps the watch true.
Paints the heart red, never blue.
Retired Professor of Literary Criticism/Philosophy/History. Retired USAR Lieutenant Colonel. Father of six.
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The Poetry of Jeffrey L. H. Naylor