Waiting for Hamnet

as you may read it

A collection of sights

Four gardens and a heathen cat

Trees of submission, open grass

(Hamnet still locked in light, somewhere)

Stretched hours nearly closed

(Perhaps a hint of him, hidden)

Word-strings up from the street, ignore

Hands of children, windmills

(Tomorrow maybe, just a chance) 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I feel your words would enhance the beauty of any poetry publication...

[Ruth]

I swear each time I read your poetry Leslie, I am transcended :) You have such a skill for visual poems and descriptions...a heathen cat instead of just cat for example))...excellent piece

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Hands of children always remembered in everything we do, everything we see...
a subconscious message from the light...and if we are willing, we will get that message and understand it.
beautiful piece of poetry...
j.