River Morning Walk
Bright spikes of sun
splinter across the river-top –
rippling light that tickles my eyes
like soft-fingered glass.
In the tree a robin watches,
orange breast turned away,
black bead eye turned my way.
For a time neither of us move.
The sky’s an ocean
you can’t see the bottom of.
It’s blue all the way up, today.
All the way.
splinter across the river-top –
rippling light that tickles my eyes
like soft-fingered glass.
In the tree a robin watches,
orange breast turned away,
black bead eye turned my way.
For a time neither of us move.
The sky’s an ocean
you can’t see the bottom of.
It’s blue all the way up, today.
All the way.
This poem is copyright (©) AF Harrold 2024
About the Writer
AF Harrold
A.F. Harrold is an author, poet and performer who regularly shows off the odd things he does with words on stage and page. His latest poetry collection is a collaboration with renowned picture book creator Mini Grey, called The Book of Not Entirely Useful Advice. You can find him at www.afharroldkids.com