UntitledA Poem by MJOTThe grey light over old Cornwall Park Reveals a mist playing in the dark Between the figs and cradled blossoms Where it caresses and kisses those trees so handsome And out amongst the low stone walls It does seep softly into homes and halls Upon the cabinets, tea cups and panes The morning light is at it again © 2016 MJOT |
StatsAuthorMJOTAustraliaAboutI am an amateur artist and writer. I am influenced by Monet, Joseph Clement Coll, and Cyril Scott more..Writing
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