Expiry

I watch the curtains in the breeze;
The fall winds blow them gently —
I stare at what is patternless,
Relaxedly, intently,

A man upon his autumn couch,
Whose ears tune to this sound,
And finds that in this expiry,
There’s something
To be found

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means. View all posts by Sibelius Russell