Poem
Days Days go by Churning churning And I can’t stop them Turning turning. It’s like riding rapids Down a precipitous gorge And I just can’t stop Going with the flow. They are sewn together These ceaseless days - Fluttering like Tibetan flags Dancing in the Himalayan wind Or so it seems to me As I withstand Their endless flapping Signalling messages I struggle to decipher. Yearning, yearning For still waters In which to pause a while Discerning Semaphoric meanings in The passage Of days. from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/RQ9sDyp