Love Poems

In Mourning, Seafog

In mourning, seafog
Makes small things visible.
Pearls cling to petals.
Pine needles are fringed with glass.
The sea breaks against rocks.
Heaving back, it breaks again.
What does the wild rose know of its beauty?
Have you any idea what you've given me?
Nicholas Gordon
Rate "In Mourning, Seafog"
Add a Comment
Your Name
Comment Title