Windswept

by Colin Oliver


Original Language English

No shelter for my windswept face.
The shaking seeds
of the lime are wrapped in leaves.
The streetlight is ringed with filigree.
But I am lost, like the hill
darkened to sky,
irresistibly oned with night.

-- from Stepping Into Brilliant Air, by Colin Oliver

<<Previous Poem | More Poems by Colin Oliver |


View All Poems by Colin Oliver



Recommended Books: Colin Oliver

Stepping Into Brilliant Air Nothing But This Moment





Windswept