Poetry (2)

This is an old one, but one of my favorites. I post in in gratitude to my nephew, Jack Boyanton, who’s performance at the Berklee College Songwriters Showcase left me truly inspired. It’s a wonderful thing to give voice to the world.

Dawn and Dusk, Spring and Fall

I took a walk this morning,
across the lawn, over the hill.
My footfalls woke the sleeping sod,
moist breath moving in a world yet still.

I took a walk this evening,
on shattered roses and pressed gold.
My steps set them to swirling,
windblown rubbish of a world grown old.

–Stephen Boyanton

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