Busy Morning
Nov 1 · 2 min read

It’s quite a busy morning here:
All the clouds running errands in blue sky;
A horse spooked at a sudden sparrow,
Perhaps simply for delight
Of feeling his own firm young hooves
Drum against the skin of the great world.
Clover flowers are still wheedling the sun;
A sulphur darts its purposeful way
Above the tousled grass.


