at the top of the hill
I waited for you
not long enough for the magpie’s
wing-feather to fall from the conifer
and then your silhouette
along with the sunset
struck me
and drawing closer
your smile
drawing closer
MARTIN CHALLIS
Morning
Soft light
And light sleeping
She sighs and lifts and sighs and falls
Her breath the gentleness of day beginning
I sit and watch her
more lovingly than a child could
martin challis
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