Wordworth’s Shroud

For Jethro, and his love of all things renewing May 6th Spring’s herald hangs voiceless, faceless, silent. Now the trumpet beckons a new season, Its first flush of life so soon sadly spent, Energies engaged for other reasons. Dried tobacco ponytails tumble out, Like clay-coloured flowing rivers in flood, Elephant hide desiccated by drought, ParchedContinue reading “Wordworth’s Shroud”