Running for cover
Watching the sky strum and sing
Asking us to dance
Daniel's Poetry
Running for cover
Watching the sky strum and sing
Asking us to dance
It’s twenty twenty
Still believe you’re in control?
Ha ha ha ha ha
tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk
winter knocks like a rude guest
knuckles thick as hail
peering through the pane
see London thunder and storm
like a lonely child
Damp, morning puddles
the earth, she softens, sun smiles
Winter skips to Spring
Red and yellow cranes
Soar above warm London skies
Stretching their long feet
Guttural gunshots
Beneath silhouetted sky
Send Copts to the light
our love’s like Paris
delightful in hushed daydreams
cramped and rusty in truth
October is jammed
Between subtle Septembers,
Nordic Novembers
For resurrection:
Blades brown and kiss earth before
Summer’s sudden storms
Mother’s lullaby:
Warmth and light, sure as sunrise
Quelling winter’s cries
Summer’s golden locs
Shimmering in autumn’s breeze
Wither in winter
Braids set as a crown.
O! You deserve so much more
more than this haiku
British Summertime
Officially ends today;
Winter’s arbitrary.