By the Clock of Tide and Stars

I smile at the clockwork birds ploughing sand, their black legs whirring, a splash of spangled sanderlings with a wintry breeze beneath their wings. Ploughing sand, their black legs whirring, they were steered here by a cosmic force with a wintry breeze beneath their wings, following ancient paths of stars. They were steered here by […]

Broken Clock

My response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge 11: Sayings   Even a broken clock Is right twice a day No urgent tick or tock No clamorous chime To mark the time Just the sun Rising and setting Clouds passing Wind blowing Dandelion seeds – Another broken clock   © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on ifsantag.deviantart.com   […]