Sunday, 11 February 2007

Our Time by Kirsten Anderson

The guide led us down the narrow lane
Of cobblestones sharp and uneven.

We emerged in the ancestral courtyard
Where under the diffuse northern light,

A verdigris-covered sundial foretold
The hour of our deaths.

Kirsten Anderson, California, USA


Crafty Green Poet said...

A beautifully melancholy reflection.

Sandy said...

I agree, this is both beautiful and melancholic. I admire poets who can write little but say so much.

Anonymous said...

Thank you! : )